People fear Death, it comes, it takes
The ones we love with no regrets
Not knowing what will happen next
But we know that our turn awaits
The whisperers
Death’s taking those
That we love most
Its greed wants the best souls
And leave the unworthy mortals
They stay around
So make no sound
They’re trying to get through
All the voices whispering to you
The whisperers
They whisper, they whisper
The whisperers