| Soulcollector |
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I might be old but I am the death you know
I was the one who hammered the nails so slow
I come with thunder
I fight with fire
I got the power
I call it my desire
You take your last breath
War not love I make
If there is nothing, there is nothing to see
If there is nothing, there is nothing to be
I come with thunder
I fight with fire
I got the power
I call it my desire
Who the hell are you
I am the soulcollector
I am the one you fear in your dreams
I'm dressed in black and I swing my scythe
I come with thunder
I fight with fire
I got the power
I call it my desire
You take your last breath
War not love I make
If you hear the hooves riding through your mind
Then it's me on a beast and I will end your life
I come with thunder
I fight with fire
I got the power
I call it my desire
Who the hell are you
I am the soulcollector |
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