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
