Pure Holocaust - Immortal

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