Napalm Death: Chambers of dis

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