Ragnarok Collectors Of The King
Kneel down from the whispers of the demon
Within the flames searching deeper in this force,
incense of madness and lust
Drawn, so close, to the gates, your streaming
possessively shivers
Overwhelming your senses, you're suffering the teeth
clinching rage
Born of demon, fear
Revile for me the lusts, fall for the gates of Satan
For the man, there has never been nothing
Still bowing through the winds of dust
Forever in time shall their knees face the flames
Awaiting the collectors of the king
Revile for me the lusts, fall for the gates, set you in
the trance
Rites upon the man
Forever doomed to serve, reaching in for the flesh and
lost
Bowing your heads for no mercy
For the man, there has never been nothing
Still bowing through the winds of dust
Forever in time shall their knees face the flames
Awaiting the collectors of the king
Forever they serve in honor of the one, so merciless
upon the slaves of the light
Forth from the mist, serve the might of Satan
