Interpret:

Morbid Angel

Album:

Formulas Fatal To The Flesh

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 disdained 
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 you do not know 
You hold the Key to the Truth 
But these chains they dull you 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