Sorg

Let the wounded all mourn
They're rotting in the world
Infection and cancer
Are burnt in the worldThe sickness is spreading
And threatens to kill
The need for a cure
To reinstall reignNo 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 greedRebirth of GorgorothLet the wounded all mourn
They're rotting in the world
Infection and cancer
Are burnt in the worldThe sickness is spreading
And threatens to kill
The need for a cure
To reinstall reignThe needle of life proudly arise
Leaving behind only he who divines
The music with hate and fear as it's core
Chaos inscribed in every chordLife and music, working impure
Echoes of agony, inhuman despair
The gnosis 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