Testo The Whispering Spectrum

Midnight's bell rings, the air is becoming colder
Sounds of sadness reaching me
Each night I hear their whispers
I feel their sorrow, their lost souls
All around me they stay
Their laments trapped here, all sounds, all tears

I can hear them, crying to me I can see them, searching for help
I can feel them, their cold spectral hands
The whispering spectrum is standing next to you

Some screams of suffering
Coming from the depths of darkness
I rise each day, each night,
Walking silently among you
Your breath turns cold, as you cover yourself
But even those things can't hear you
I'm not alone there, around you in this peace
You know it, we are all your past errors

Hear my words, do what I tell you
See the death you gave birth Feel the sorrow that you hide
I'm the whispering spectrum, to be free, kill yourself