Immortal - 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.
It's the march of the blasphemous masses.
Into damnation all 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 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.