Head Collector

Silent in the dead of night
Death draws near where six black horses ride
Head in hand, held up high
Where the horseman stops a mortal shall die

Cower behind your gates in fear
An omen of death, your end draws near
Scream, cry, pray and yell
Nothing can save you from this hell

Bone whip of human spine
Lashes out the curious eye
Beware those who stare at the deeds of the dead
Be marked in blood and off with your head

A mouth frozen in a terrifying grin
Calls your name from the glowing phosphorous of decay
Take your final breath
Before the ancient embodiment of death

Cower behind your gates in fear
An omen of death, your end draws near
Scream, cry, pray and yell
Nothing can save you from this hell