Wound Upon Wound

Gorgoroth

Virtues of blood
Follows through
bleeding our shadows
for hundrerds of miles
for tattered and torn
wound upon wound

For less of force
Grow to or sever
Brushing my teeth
From the wounds 
ending a curse
disemble, the world
disemble, humanity (humanity)

Right is the Hand
Rewarding, our son 
clutching the scepter of a real god
drunken with grief
and sorrows

For us who live in the shade
we wander 
limb from limb

Virtues of blood
Follows through
bleeding our shadows
for hundreds of miles
for tattered and torn
wound upon wound