| Oh, the winds awaken me
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| They whisper in ancient tongues
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| Silent whispers to raise the lord
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| Collector of souls, the fiendish one
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| Silent whispers to raise the lord
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| Collector of souls, the fiendish one
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| It was spoken in the oldest of tongues
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| For the winds to awaken the evil one
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| In the darkest of hours, in the deepest of dreams
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| He whispers the deeds into your ears
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| He will persuade you, his words you obey to
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| His voice resembles, a twisted god
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| Placing a thought, into your mind
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| Forcing your ways, to obey mine
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| Silence, the beginning — Nothing to witness at first
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| A twitch, a feeling — A presence is nearing you
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| A voice, a whisper — Telling you deeds of evil
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| A command, the urge — You can’t resist this calling
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| Slowly corrupting your weak mind
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| Planting a seed inside of you
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| Fabricating a web of lies
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| I am the whisperer of doom
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| Silence, the beginning — Nothing to witness at first
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| A twitch, a feeling — A presence is nearing you
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| A voice, a whisper — Telling you deeds of evil
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| A command, the urge — You can’t resist this calling
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| Slowly corrupting your weak mind
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| Planting a seed inside of you
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| Fabricating a web of lies
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| I am the whisperer of doom
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| Infecting your mind!
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| Fabricating a web of lies
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| I am the whisperer of doom |