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