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...