Another Collector (The Dwelling Part 2)

The story is not finished yet, Here is the bloody underground

I was looking at all of you

And your ultimate art will become of mine now

Because I am a collector too, And that collectors death mask

I will invite you in my darknessanctuary now,

And talk to you about my story

I am a son of Blackfather

He was controling once on thirteen witches

Blackfather keeps on looking at your mother striping mask of corpse

And he had strange hobby

Blackfather strange hobby, It is appreciation of stripping figure

He goes to grave every night just like cursed

A later your mother is dead, And he felt new excitement

''Collectors death mask before my eyes... I want this !''

He strip the mask of your mother, And took home

And here is collections the room of Blackfathers

There is death mask of your mother here too

I was looking at all of you, I understood the feeling my father

This excitement and artistical melody was waved of my blood

Blackfathers ultimate art and my ultimate art

Two ultimates will become of mine now, All of mine

Another collector most excited and laughed in a loud voice

Two death masks before his eyes

One old born is muteness, One new death mask is lamently

He puts the death mask into coffin

And closed under the seal of hexagram, sealed by hexagram