The Culling

Send them down to the pits of hell Clip the angels' 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