Songtext von Cullscape

A tick of the clock, the doorstep of doom (now one step closer to it) Sow the killing fields, reap the trembling horde (assert total control) A bloodstained discourse, this trial by ordeal (extract a foreknown truth) Chained to the rack, primitive machines (Old methods are effective) Every injury done a pain to be suffered A pathos manifested in a show of force Transformative apparatus of cruelty Inscripted debts on human cogs Coagulated badge a sadistic memory The black hole of stochastic death Maintaining holds through technocracy The cult of the offensive, apex of impunity Confessions gained through barbaric means The contents irrelevant, infractions freely The blood curdling score of a thousand-fold cries Preemptive vengeance, the echoes of demise Erase the blot from the seas of eternity Uproot the past, erase it entirely Maintaining holds through technocracy The cult of the offensive, apex of impunity Confessions gained through barbaric means The contents irrelevant, infractions freely The blood curdling score of a thousand-fold cries Preemptive vengeance, the echoes of demise Erase the blot from the seas of eternity Uproot the past, erase it entirely A vile congregate, ministry in hell (the progress birthright) A hadal eon of total control (blind drunk on power) The value of the dead, necrocapital (the wealth of the sadist) To answer the call, the call of the cull