(Bonus Track) Beast Cullers Demise

They will die When the second star Falls Splits open her wizened skull Blood pours forth A new River of Thlamet Feeds New life of a sundered form Wicked things Tear their flesh and bring Twisted shattered mirrors Of her host Cullers' blades Stolen from those who yet live As they change into the monsters That they once slew Unborn god yet lives on Taking his sister's place On desiccated throne Etching his name on blood and mind Those who were bred to kill Cannot reject his dozen hands Unborn god yet lives on With magic now in his hands They will try to break his back But the faithful Cullers cannot hope to prevail Against the very essence they draw from They are unmade. Then reborn! Glistening fangs; towering horns Their bodies now betray them As their minds grow dim And their souls bathe in blood Thundering hooves; jagged antlers All nature of beast and man Joined together In unholy matrimony Reborn! They are reborn In Blood!