Whispering Death - Immolation

Sweeping the land

Like a desert storm

Reaping the lands

Like a violent storm

It will call on us all

The fallen, the shrewd

It will deliver us all

The holy, the cursed

To never pass judgment

It shows no sympathy

To never be beaten

It accepts no refusal

One by one

It will swallow our souls

One by one

It will own our souls

Whispering death, you will find us all

You inhale the damned and rip out their souls

Taking the precious and taking the brave

You gather the blessed and lay them to rest

Whispering death, you devour us all

Feast on the greedy and show them true lust

Herding the mighty, the weak and the crazed

Assassin of time, enforcer of fate

The body, the essence, of all life now fades

There is no escape, from the silence that waits