Оригинальный текст песни The Collector
This old barn
Now a place of peace for me
Here lies
My collection of human beings
Closer and closer
A putrid smell comes creeping
Closer and closer
Clogging bloody apocalypse
Hanging from the hooks,
I admire
It’s a hard work
but pays off with time
It’s a pleasure
My chainsaw begs for it
To feel your guts
Interlacing in it
Like a butcher
I enjoy cutting things
Seeing the bodies
Hanged from the ceiling
I will rip you like a jigsaw
I am the abyss
Dark as the eyes can see
Butcher, misanthropic, filthy and sick
Twisted desolation
Through a vessel of necrophilic hate
Welcome to hell
Your worst nightmare
Welcome to hell
Your worst nightmare awake