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