A statue of fear to impress the captivated. No sign of compa**ion Now hope is slowly fading In white-collars vogue and with weapons to hurt. They deliver punishment, because the blood must squirt Cruel techniques used to cut off hands. Liberty only comes, when their life will end Immense suffering, is what they are waiting for. A beating with hooks, a nice recipe for... the blood collector There is only one goal That is creating a mash By causing awful pain, they create remainders of flesh Bones for breakfast Slave skins for dinner With juicy blood for last Burned on coal for the dinner The flesh collector The blood collector