Let the wounded in a world
They're rotting through 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
No bound for glory, not so many shit
No media whores, no dishonest wimp
No life made of confort, 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 through the world
Infection and cancer are burnt in the world
The sickness is spreading, and threatens to kill
The need for a cure to
The needle of life proudly arise
Leave them behind him only he open dives
The music we hate, feeling some scorn
Chaos inscribed and never record
Life, impure
Echoes of agony, inhuman despair
The of satan will leave in the sun
Knives assures for none
