The Whisperer - Carnation

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