The Whisperer کے بول

Oh, the winds awaken me They whisper in ancient tongues Silent whispers to raise the lord Collector of souls, the fiendish one Silent whispers to raise the lord Collector of souls, the fiendish one It was spoken in the oldest of tongues For the winds to awaken the evil one In the darkest of hours, in the deepest of dreams He whispers the deeds into your ears He will persuade you, his words you obey to His voice resembles, a twisted God Placing a thought, into your mind Forcing your ways, to obey mine Silence, the beginning, nothing to witness at first A twitch, a feeling, a presence is nearing you A voice, a whisper, telling you deeds of evil A command, the urge, you can't resist this calling Slowly corrupting your weak mind Planting a seed inside of you Fabricating a web of lies I am the whisperer of doom Silence, the beginning, nothing to witness at first A twitch, a feeling, a presence is nearing you A voice, a whisper, telling you deeds of evil A command, the urge, you can't resist this calling Slowly corrupting your weak mind Planting a seed inside of you Fabricating a web of lies I am the whisperer of doom Infecting your mind! Fabricating a web of lies I am the whisperer of doom