Whispers - Black Tusk

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