Interpret:

Morbid Angel

Album:

Formulas Fatal To The Flesh

Why should we serve that which betrays 
Leeches, they steal of our lives 
Why should we lower ourselves to the beasts 
Submissive they are to be made 
We need not to be held in their chains 
Illusions but they can still hold 
We rise within the strength 
The One Who lays them to waste 


Praising the Weapon that Cleanses our land 
So perfect It's Way unopposed 
Punisher of the treacherous ones 
U-Mu La Mah-Ri 


This Force no bolt withstands 
For It's now the Merciless One 
Un-quenchable rage in holds 
Only sated when the last falls 
Their deeds of treason 
Unsees by the ones enchained 
Ignorance which shielded the crimes 
All seen by the All Knowing One 


You'll perish within the Hands 
Of the Storm that means your end 
These things you call your gods 
These things, they save you not 


Oh now you live the torment 
Bound in the chains that enslaved us 
Now you feel the suffering 
That you bestowed upon your being 


Live the pain of the Gnashing Teeth that's 
Grinding your bones enslaver 
By what right did you bind us 
Now you'll reap the suffering 


Oh there's no mercy for you've 
Broken the Sacred Laws you've 
Taken the dreams of many 
Lives you have bound and punished 


For your crimes no repentance 
Can turn back the Wrath 
Which you've called on yourselves 
By your deeds 


No new life can arise 
From a land once denounced 
By my Lord 
For unrivaled He stands 


For no man may rise up 
To enslave any other 
Made free by Design of our God 


That of Might shall 
Define what is right 
For unmatched is the Power 
Of Chthhulhu Most High 


Praising the Weapon that Cleanses our land 
So perfect It's Way unopposed 
These things you praise as gods 
These things, dispirited things