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