The Culling

Send them down to the pits of hell
Clip the angel’s wings and watch them as they fall
Spiral into silence
Blackened sun turns the ancient tides
Mountains crumble and we watch the ocean dries
The dawn of the end approaching
Space and time call the chosen damned
As demigods we will reign across the land
Our shadow creates the darkness
Serpent skies shape the oracle of time
Shadow future makes the prisoners in their minds
Our power creates the darkness
We will tear the weak from the strong
To enslave the masses
Our storm has come, see the times are ending
Until the culling is over
Take their bodies
We will kill them all
This divide wicked factions shape our plan
Shake the sky we besiege the earth and man
Follow us to the ending
We will tear the weak from the strong
To enslave the masses
Our storm has come, see the times are ending
Until the culling is over