Darkness, engulfed by a void of nothingness
A feeling of despair, my work is done;
Have I changed the lives of people around me?
Or have people around me changed my life?
The insatiable lust for that which is not
The temperament of one who bodes ill will;
Carnage and disease surround us all
Give in, oh please give in, I am the Soul Collector.
If for nothing else more than to leave this ugly place
No turns, nor corners, only the bristly, prickly floor;
Time is short, the end is near. Cry retribution to all
No help will come, save no one else to care.
You are weak and pitiful, full of pain
Let me help you, comfort you with my dark, hot touch
I will take you child, into my fold
I will eat you, devour you, I am the Soul Collector.
