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 [bad word] 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