Collectors Of The King کے بول

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