Eyes of a wanderer, bones from the mud Unmarked and crackled, bottles of blood Unspoken words, ashes and dust In the Collector's Chamber's disgust ♪ Find in the darkness, shadows of red Feel from the cave wall, unrested dead Throwing their souls into nothing in scare Sense them and hear them in utter despair ♪ Still in the silence, whispers and screams Panic, anxiety, mareridden dreams Still in the scent, in the smothering rot Not to be altered, The Collector's plot Teeth and tongues in rusty cans Falconfeathers, savagehands Cut off and collected in gore Stay in the foulness, loathe and abhor