Conjuring the Cull - Misery Index

Up from the depths

And Through the wind

I call for the power

Necromancers verged and conjuring

Lambs for the slaughter

A proposition scribed in crimson

On a parchment made of flesh

To behold, I am beholden

To what is written in the blood

Working you to death

Conjuring the cull

As I manifest darkness

Conjuring the cull

Emaciated for the kill

They are manufacturing my will

I am the prophet extracting profit

From living corpses

They are beholden

To what is written in their blood

Working you to death

Conjuring the cull

As I manifest darkness

The darkness of my soul

A veil forged in black

Not of the night

Agents of unseeing

Drifting out of sight

All that I can see

Is not of this plan

They are coming

Coming to reclaim

I am but a vessel

Shrouded vision

Of mass consumption

A great concealer

And revealer

I hone my will

Bound to the dark

Lower than the dust

Power I manifest

Authority you must entrust

Working you to death

Conjuring the cull

And as I manifest Darkness

Of my soul

Tempting fate in dark introspection

They did heed my carrion call

In a breath, a world-wide vision

And in death, I bury you all