Song | Chambers Of Dis |
Artist | Morbid Angel |
Album | Formulas Fatal To The Flesh |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Azagthoth | |
You give praise to the statues of gods | |
Dispirited, they hear you not | |
You give offering to metal and stone | |
Dispirited, how can they respond? | |
The faith disheveled | |
Temples distained | |
You praise the mere shadows of gods | |
The word, discolored and vain | |
And the Gods, they know you not | |
They come when the Spirit speaks | |
But your words disdainful | |
Words spawned by the cultureless beings | |
Disclaimed by the once attentive Gods | |
Disarmed, the power words are empty | |
Your way being left to the winds | |
Bitter is the wailing of the sheep | |
Even now the memories are dis | |
Barren, the temple's reason was loss | |
In vulgarian was it swallowed | |
The mundane, so disbanded they are | |
Not of purpose can they find | |
The Great Mother, as if a criminal | |
Disaffiliated from One's people | |
Unwelcome like the rival of a culture | |
Removed, unwelcome She stands | |
Disarrayment of the Values' Core seeds discord | |
For now fulfillment cannot be formed | |
And the sheepfold mourn | |
In the forge of our will we manifest ourselves | |
Empowering our world | |
Yet the fables of a failed faith | |
Show the effects of this spiritual dis | |
Empty, the Gods disavow you | |
Understanding you have lost | |
For what fulfillment can you possibly hold | |
In the end of such means | |
Caught in the chains of enslavement | |
But these chains you do not know | |
You hold the Key to the Truth | |
But these chains they dull your mind | |
Shackled by the falsifiers | |
They share with you only the shadows of things | |
You commit to serve the mundane | |
Society's slave but you can not see | |
The Spirit so laden in the net of thorns | |
Entrapped by the other's spells | |
I speak, but you're ignorant to Me | |
Can you not see what you hold | |
They respond to the potent will | |
Of the Most High Standing | |
And being unchained by decision | |
Assemblage of the Ancient Way | |
With Incantations, manifesting our will | |
Expanding our Being |
zuo ci : Azagthoth | |
You give praise to the statues of gods | |
Dispirited, they hear you not | |
You give offering to metal and stone | |
Dispirited, how can they respond? | |
The faith disheveled | |
Temples distained | |
You praise the mere shadows of gods | |
The word, discolored and vain | |
And the Gods, they know you not | |
They come when the Spirit speaks | |
But your words disdainful | |
Words spawned by the cultureless beings | |
Disclaimed by the once attentive Gods | |
Disarmed, the power words are empty | |
Your way being left to the winds | |
Bitter is the wailing of the sheep | |
Even now the memories are dis | |
Barren, the temple' s reason was loss | |
In vulgarian was it swallowed | |
The mundane, so disbanded they are | |
Not of purpose can they find | |
The Great Mother, as if a criminal | |
Disaffiliated from One' s people | |
Unwelcome like the rival of a culture | |
Removed, unwelcome She stands | |
Disarrayment of the Values' Core seeds discord | |
For now fulfillment cannot be formed | |
And the sheepfold mourn | |
In the forge of our will we manifest ourselves | |
Empowering our world | |
Yet the fables of a failed faith | |
Show the effects of this spiritual dis | |
Empty, the Gods disavow you | |
Understanding you have lost | |
For what fulfillment can you possibly hold | |
In the end of such means | |
Caught in the chains of enslavement | |
But these chains you do not know | |
You hold the Key to the Truth | |
But these chains they dull your mind | |
Shackled by the falsifiers | |
They share with you only the shadows of things | |
You commit to serve the mundane | |
Society' s slave but you can not see | |
The Spirit so laden in the net of thorns | |
Entrapped by the other' s spells | |
I speak, but you' re ignorant to Me | |
Can you not see what you hold | |
They respond to the potent will | |
Of the Most High Standing | |
And being unchained by decision | |
Assemblage of the Ancient Way | |
With Incantations, manifesting our will | |
Expanding our Being |
zuò cí : Azagthoth | |
You give praise to the statues of gods | |
Dispirited, they hear you not | |
You give offering to metal and stone | |
Dispirited, how can they respond? | |
The faith disheveled | |
Temples distained | |
You praise the mere shadows of gods | |
The word, discolored and vain | |
And the Gods, they know you not | |
They come when the Spirit speaks | |
But your words disdainful | |
Words spawned by the cultureless beings | |
Disclaimed by the once attentive Gods | |
Disarmed, the power words are empty | |
Your way being left to the winds | |
Bitter is the wailing of the sheep | |
Even now the memories are dis | |
Barren, the temple' s reason was loss | |
In vulgarian was it swallowed | |
The mundane, so disbanded they are | |
Not of purpose can they find | |
The Great Mother, as if a criminal | |
Disaffiliated from One' s people | |
Unwelcome like the rival of a culture | |
Removed, unwelcome She stands | |
Disarrayment of the Values' Core seeds discord | |
For now fulfillment cannot be formed | |
And the sheepfold mourn | |
In the forge of our will we manifest ourselves | |
Empowering our world | |
Yet the fables of a failed faith | |
Show the effects of this spiritual dis | |
Empty, the Gods disavow you | |
Understanding you have lost | |
For what fulfillment can you possibly hold | |
In the end of such means | |
Caught in the chains of enslavement | |
But these chains you do not know | |
You hold the Key to the Truth | |
But these chains they dull your mind | |
Shackled by the falsifiers | |
They share with you only the shadows of things | |
You commit to serve the mundane | |
Society' s slave but you can not see | |
The Spirit so laden in the net of thorns | |
Entrapped by the other' s spells | |
I speak, but you' re ignorant to Me | |
Can you not see what you hold | |
They respond to the potent will | |
Of the Most High Standing | |
And being unchained by decision | |
Assemblage of the Ancient Way | |
With Incantations, manifesting our will | |
Expanding our Being |