The story is not finished yet, Here is the bloody underground I was looking at all of you And your ultimate art will become of mine now Because I am a collector too, And that collectors death mask I will invite you in my darknessanctuary now, And talk to you about my story
I am a son of Blackfather He was controling once on thirteen witches Blackfather keeps on looking at your mother striping mask of corpse And he had strange hobby
Blackfather strange hobby, It is appreciation of stripping figure He goes to grave every night just like cursed A later your mother is dead, And he felt new excitement ''Collectors death mask before my eyes... I want this !''
He strip the mask of your mother, And took home And here is collections the room of Blackfathers There is death mask of your mother here too
I was looking at all of you, I understood the feeling my father This excitement and artistical melody was waved of my blood Blackfathers ultimate art and my ultimate art Two ultimates will become of mine now, All of mine
Another collector most excited and laughed in a loud voice Two death masks before his eyes One old born is muteness, One new death mask is lamently He puts the death mask into coffin And closed under the seal of hexagram, sealed by hexagram