---

Collector of sins, gatherer of riches
I hurt those around me to reach my wishes
Pleading and begging leads only one path
Filling the ranks of distant shadows crowd

(Chorus)
Words that cause wounds and
scars like the best blade
Leave no kin alive
to hold it against ye
Sleep tight and dream of
sins, wealth and dead men
Wards they aren't stronger than the wood they are carved in

Families buried one by one
As they're spent on my fields
I plow them down to the last drop
Until they're just another shade in shadows crowd

(Chorus)

Nights awaken to voices and shouts
Ever unseen still feels very real
Old hags runes keep them from getting here
This growing stirring shadows crowd

(Chorus)

Farm boy by the gate post
Knife in hand and a devilish smile
Blade cuts into old carved signs and
A shiver flows through shadows crowd

(Chorus)

A rustling in the wind
Grows by each heartbeat stronger
Creaking in the floorboards and the
whole house starts to groan
All falls still as the candles wink out
agonizingly waiting for a sound in the night
Suddenly they're in here with calmly dead stare
I scream as they shred my soul, bleak shadows crowd

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.