The Culling

Send them down, to the pits of hell
Clip the angel's wings and watch them as they fall
Spiralling into the 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 could seize 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