The Culling
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Send them down, to the pits of Hell
We clipped the angel's wings
And watched them as they fell
Spiral into the silence
Blackened sun, turns the ancient tides
Mountains crumble and we watch the oceans rise
The dawn of the end approaching
Space and time, cull the chosen damned
As demi gods, we will reign across the land
Our shadow creates the darkness
Tempered skies shape the oracle of time
Shattered future makes them 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
Taint the sky, we disease the earth and man
Follow us to the endgame
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
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