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