Lyrics Whispers - Black Tusk

Whispers

Thrown to the wolves, now they cut you
And bleed you and feast from your eyes
Crooked grins and a flash of teeth
Flesh torn from your face accused of wrong
From whispers and songs
The lies that are present
And death won’t contest a shrill and a cry
A kiss of death brings your demise
Steel to the stone, spilling of blood
Blades now will fall, heads they will roll
Split to the bone
Embrace the violence
They care not and will not
And fear not the bloodlust rules this day
And the moment stage is set
Accused of a wrong
From the whispers and songs
The lies that are present
And death won’t contest
A shrill and a cry
A kiss of death brings your demise
Whispers and lies that death won’t contest
Whispers and songs, the lies that are present
And death won’t contest a shrill and a cry
A kiss of death brings your demise
Mobs, black flags, roars from the crowd
For better of worse, steel and heads be wed
You’re dead