Lyrics Whisperers - Loïc Nottet

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...
The whisperers...
The whisperers...
Death's taking those
That we love most
It's 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...
The whisperers...
The whisperers...
They whisper, they whisper, they whisper
The whisperers...
The whisperers
The whisperers
The whisperers
The whisperers