Let the wounded in a world They're rotting in the world Infection and cancer
Are burnt in the world
The sickness is spreading And threatens to kill The need for a cure To restore it
No bound for glory - no small minded sheep No media whores - no dishonest wimps No life made of comfort - no No talking for money - no radio waves No forces of lies - no need to speak No swolling their egos - just satanic greed
Rebirth of gorgoroth
Let the wounded in a world They're rotting in the world Infection and cancer Are burnt in the world
The sickness is spreading And threatens to kill The need for a cure To restore it
The needle of life proudly arise Leaving behind only he who divines The music we hate with fear as it's core Chaos inscribed in every chord
Life... impure Echoes of agony, inhuman despair The music of satan will leave in the sun Knives assures for none
*sorry they're not quite finished, but that Should be a good start for you