Veilshroud - Collector Of Souls

Collector Of Souls
In the shadows of the snowy forest,
Where the icy wind whispers secrets,
A somber specter wanders alone,
Hunter of souls, guardian of eternal cold.
His eyes gleam with a frozen fire,
Reflections of sorrow and despair,
In his touch, breath turns to ice,
And spirits fall into his frosty embrace.
Chorus:
Specter of the forest, in the endless night,
Collector of souls, in his cold sanctuary,
Specter of the forest, in the cursed snow,
The abandoned find their calvary.
Among the frost-covered trees,
The weeping of the lost can be heard,
Shadows twist, trapped in time,
Under the gaze of the cold and somber specter.
The forest whispers tales of terror,
Of souls captured in the icy embrace,
In his lair, a macabre collection,
Of frozen spirits, trapped forever.
Chorus:
Specter of the forest, in the endless night,
Collector of souls, in his cold sanctuary,
Specter of the forest, in the cursed snow,
The abandoned find their calvary.
Silence is deep, the snow falls heavy,
Each flake a tear of the condemned,
In the eternity of perpetual winter,
The specter guards his collection of pain.
On full moon nights, his shadow extends,
A somber call, a promise of ice,
Those who venture into the snowy forest,
Find their end in the specter's embrace.
Chorus:
Specter of the forest, in the endless night,
Collector of souls, in his cold sanctuary,
Specter of the forest, in the cursed snow,
The abandoned find their calvary.