(Intro is a whisper, like a recording in the archives) “Exhibit number zero zero one... Status: alive... But soon it will be mine.” (Verse 1) I'm not fighting. I'm collecting. Your wars are just a catalog for me. Your heroes are just exhibits Those who have not yet realized that they are already in the museum. I saw your primarchs cry. I saw your gods die. And I know: Everything will be mine someday. (Chorus - choir, with metallic echo) Trazyn - Collector of Immortals. Trazyn - Guardian of the Dead. Trazyn - The Lord who does not kill, Because the living are more valuable than the dead. (Verse 2) Your Emperor is just a golden statue Which I haven’t yet realized is already in my collection. Your legions are just toys Which I rearrange at will. I don't hate you. I love you. Because you are rare. And rarities need to be preserved. (Chorus - choir, louder) Trazyn - Collector of Immortals. Trazyn - Guardian of the Dead. Trazyn - The Lord who does not kill, Because the living are more valuable than the dead. (Verse 3 - with irony) Your Chaos is just dirt on my exhibits. Your demons are just trash Which I throw away. Your gods are just lies Which I document. I don't believe in gods. I believe in catalogs. And in my catalogs Everything has a number. (Chorus - choir, with distortion) Trazyn - Collector of Immortals. Trazyn - Guardian of the Dead. Trazyn - The Lord who does not kill, Because the living are more valuable than the dead. (Verse 4 - final, quiet) And someday Your Emperor will become exhibit number zero zero two. And you... You will become exhibit number zero zero three. And I... I will remain Trazyn. Collector. Immortal. (Outro - whisper) “Exhibit number zero zero one... Status: mine."
