Disrupting Lights of Extinction Lyrics

The mistress of the dead appears
Not to be dressed in black
But in varying shades of red
Like the certain countess

The crescent is her sword
And the sun is the spirits of fiery death
Summoned through
Our throats and wounds

And soon we all bathe in blood
Like the certain lady once in Cachtice

Where will your gods be
When your sons grow foolish and impotent
And you are too weak
To fight for a proper future

Where will your faith be
When your daughters carry barren wombs
Giving birth to
The new defeats of tomorrow

During the days of total genocide
We float like ashen grey flakes
And watch the worlds of men burn
Just like they deserve

No hope at the end of the darkest road
Just plain, simple, quick crack in the neck

And we will watch the world burn
Just like it deserves
In the scorching fires of Ragnarök
It shall be made as new