Culling The Dark Lyrics

Skeptik

We are the fucking

Sinners and miscreant

Cynics and misfits

Heartless, forged in the dark, intrinsic

Echoes of evils you design in your nightmares

Stare into the flame, call my name, I'll be right there

Nyte Shade

We Sheppard the darkness

Your shadows are lies

We prey on the fake

And the ones we despise

We hold the keys

To the flame that you covet

You cannot compete

With the fire of the coven

Skeptik

Step into the circle but the salt can't save you

This is not a game, we are not the fucking same

You follow in the path, sheep, cattle in a wolfskin

I can see your heart, I can fucking see through it

Oh, I can eclipse the sun

And every verse is another ritual begun

As out of midnight black, hellfire in tow

Did the blood of the beloved emerge and begin to flow

Nyte Shade

You know not what hell truly is

Skeptik and Nyte Shade

Fraud, your senses will betray you, follow me into the

Dark, the wickedness your idols fabricated is

Alive, watch it manifest before you, right before your very

Eyes, as they're burned out from your skull

By the blood of the beloved

Nyte Shade

We are the wretched

The Wicked, obscene and the hazardous

We come with the sword

And cut off the cancerous

Fraudulent bastards that walk towards our throne

In the place they call hell

The same place we call home

Skeptik

Out of the ashes and into the dark

Hunting with hunger the prey of the flock

Plagiarist, frail is the pillar you claim

Shelter the truth of your counterfeit name

Nyte Shade

We cut longways and bleed the blackness

You pretend to be

We are not the same

Bitch I am your fucking enemy!

I don't ride a wave,

I put the fakes in their graves

I am free from all

That chains make you as a slave

Culling of the shadows, make way for the prophets

Of the genuine blackness,

As you preach the monotonous

Banal Repetitive pseudo sacrilegious bullshit

As the blood of the beloved, sets flame to the pulpits

Skeptik

You don't know with what you trifle

Skeptik and Nyte Shade

Fraud, your senses will betray you, follow me into the

Dark, the wickedness your idols fabricated is

Alive, watch it manifest before you, right before your very

Eyes, as they're burned out from your skull

By the blood of the beloved

Skeptik and Nyte Shade

Fraud, your senses will betray you, follow me into the

Dark, the wickedness your idols fabricated is

Alive, watch it manifest before you, right before your very

Eyes, as they're burned out from your skull

By the blood of the beloved