| 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 |