كلمات Conjuring the Cull

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