Let the wounded all mourn
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 reinstall reign
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 all mourn
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 reinstall reign
The 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 chord
Life 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