Born a mad mutation in the land of the living dead,
Forced to dig graves, it something that he dreads,
He looks upon the night, he begins to speak the rites,
The walking dead stalk him as he stares at the sky,
Now he wants revenge, for his creator had died!!!!

Controlled by a deranged scientist, he despises him he hates his manipulation
Living in constant desperation, waiting for his termination!!

The Grave Collector!!!

Killing and stealing in the graveyards,
Just for useless experiments,
He had promised his creator,
Now he must kill the traitor!!!!

I must find a new land,
a land not filled with graves,
But a land of fire and flames

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