(Rudolfsson)
In the moment of your last breath
He opens his jaws of d**h
Soul asphyxiation and decay
Your d**h becomes his trophy
In the halls of eternal d**h
Claws of darkness around you
Come to his kingdom
Enter through the gates
To the realm of the d**h collector
Twisted rigor mortis
Impaled on the walls
"Come to me, I will let you bleed...Bleed"
d**h collector
He sits on his throne of frozen corpses
Beholds his collection of d**h
Drinking blood from your skull
In a toast for torment and pain
In his halls of eternal d**h.
Enter through the gates.
Your rotten limbs fall to the ground
To be eaten by the rats
Just a skull and some bones
Is hanging on the walls
d**h collector