in your final nightmare
you hear his call
a chilling whisper
a warning for all
eyes burn with fire
a soul black as coal
collecting bones
a merciless toll

in search of souls
long gone and dead
through the veil of time
he`ll always tread

bone collector
he`s the grave dictator
a death protector 
don`t fear the bone collector

screams of anger
the reapers fight 
demons start speaking
with power and might