(Verse 1) In a realm of shadows and stone, Throned a queen, her gaze so mean. Not gold, nor power, was her desire, But to collect souls, was her honor.
(Chorus) I am the soul collector, queen of the night, Your tears are my wine, your fears my might. I pluck your hearts, like ripe fruit, In my realm of darkness, your soul is cursed.
(Verse 2) With a smile as cold as ice, She abducted souls, at an eternal price. Young and old, poor and rich, Fell victim to her dark power alike.
(Chorus) I am the soul collector, queen of the night, Your tears are my wine, your fears my might. I pluck your hearts, like ripe fruit, In my realm of darkness, your soul is cursed.
(Bridge) But in the depths of her heart, an echo of torment, A whisper of loneliness, a cry without sound. For even darkness knows the pain, When the soul is damned, in the eternal heart.
(Chorus) I am the soul collector, queen of the night, Your tears are my wine, your fears my might. I pluck your hearts, like ripe fruit, In my realm of darkness, your soul is cursed.
(Outro) So she reigns on, in eternal pain, The soul collector, forever alone.
