Upon human frailties
the collectors will prey
and who by decree
does ask for my soul

Cold is the night
colder still the shadow
that walks beside me

Knowing well
to whom it belongs
no,I need not see the eyes

For they would glow
an ocean blue
flecks of fire
from within
would streak across
like fury

You've come to collect
but I've not yet given
of what was asked

Return to me that which you
have so willingly taken
for it is you that is in default
not I