The Culling - Iced Earth

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