Pure Holocaust

In the mist of the twilight
You could see me come
To walk the endless woods alone
The earth is freezing
As I walk it become colder

Forever descending in a place of the moon
Where shadows moves with grotesque eyes
Where demons rise

Surrounded by black and mourning moonfog
And the eyes of the dark ones
Sempiternal woods wait only for me
A path opens clearly

The sun no longer rises
Over cold and forgotten valleys
The sun no longer rises
Where I walk and where I come

I believe in tragedies
I believe in desecration

To the north and into eternal winters
To the north in the grip of eternal frost

a whispering cry
heard from a casket of stone
sorrow reap the windscreen
I am here all alone
shades of grey cast to the sky
in the deepest night

icewinds tears drips on my unbeloved soul
coven of black mist sing for me
ceremonial hymns of the purest blasphemy
at one with the earth
alone with light in my eyes
the ravens circle around my tomb
as I dream the night
frozen by icewinds

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