Immortal - Pure Holocaust

Pure Holocaust

The mighty sound of damnation calls
As the holocaustsky draw near
Above the sorms over baeskade
Rule the power of the vrilla
It has come to ride the seven winters
With winds of war and winds of cold
Lightning strike the northland
Leading us into seasons of frost
Stand in the fog with so cold a heart
Watching the death of the sun
Valleys abound a thousand of coffins
The holocaust has just begun
Its the march of the blasphemous masses
Into damnation all wi will fall
Chapels of black unholy demons
Chanting the words of the funeral rites
Pure holocaust
Chanting the words of the funeral rites
Chapels of black unholy demons
Into damnation all wi will fall
Its the march of the blasphemous masses
The holocaust has just begun
Valleys about a thousands of coffins
Watching the death of a sun
Stand in the fog with so cold a heart