1. GORGORATH

Behold O that monster
That Gorgoroth
That Hydra of whispering tongue
O behead that monster Gorgon
Thou needest slain indeed
Wretched are the water that floweth forth
So let thy needle cast thy canopy
In light of ill-atrophy
Let damnation be damned to hell
For it's a pit with burning coals
Let his furnace light a pathway
And let no blood be laid to rest
Beheadest thine Gorgon
And let no man be in contempt a fool
Behold O that monster
That Gorgoroth
That Hydra of whispering tongue
O behead that monster Gorgon
Thou needest slain indeed


2. LAST RITES

Rites of a sacred kind
A kind which worship an almighty creator
They bask inside their sewn
To reap what is begotten
Reaping what is sewn
Sewn to the earth and sky
A sky which has fallen to dusk
A sun darkened to ashes
A moon riveted in blood
Blot out the sun
Cross out my eyes
For they are blind to reason
There's a reason for being
There's a reason for life and death
So destroy your trinket idols
And graven thy soul before the dusk
These are the last rites
Rites of a sacred temple