Oh, come, all ye wraithful,
Joyless and deficient
Oh, come ye, oh, come ye to Mount Doom;
Come behold Sauron
Born the king of all the rings
Oh, come, let us adore him,
Oh, come, let us adore him,
Oh, come, let us adore him,
Sauron the Lord.
Highest, most scary,
Dark of dark eternal,
Born of a Mayar,
Immortal he comes;
Minion of Melkor
Now in flesh appearing!
Oh please won’t you adore him,
Oh please won’t you adore him,
Oh please won’t you adore him,
Sauron the Lord.
Sing, choirs of fat orcs,
Sing in exultation,
Sing, all ye citizens of Mordor below!
Glory to Sauron
Glory in the highest:
I know he’s kind of evil,
I know he’s kind of evil,
But please won’t you adore him
Sauron the Lord.
Yea, Lord, we greet thee,
Born this dark black morning;
Sauron, to thee be power given!
Word of the Mayar,
Now in flesh appearing!
Oh please won’t you destroy him,
Oh please won’t you destroy him
Oh please won’t you destroy him
Sauron the Lord.
Heartfelt without being cloying and playful while delving below the surface, the lo-fi indie of Metagirl embraces chaos and contradiction. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 7, 2023