Culling Species

Look into the icy eyes of devils
Who gaze you - weak disease
Parasite sucking lifeforce
From host that no longer
Feels strength or pride
Nor will to stand against disease
Barely even instinct
Of survival of species

Awake the nature of beast
Assault enemies
Take pleasure of duty
Of crushing vermin

The few that stood up and hailed
Utmost malicious creed
Philosophy of destroying
To reborn from ashes and create
Live and die in worship of the one
Force that promises little
And guarantees none

When the battle is over
Men fulfilled their needs
To glorify strength by
Culling of species
Cycle of deterioration
Begins from remaining seed
Parasites always present
LIke unwanted weeds