Morbid Saint - Disciples of Discipline текст песни

You know you cannot survive, the eternal pain within
Join Satan’s following, you’re now a disciple of discipline…
Awakened by the sound of blood curdling screams
Shackled to the wall, the pain it is extreme
Outside the dorr, the chanting of the vicious beast
The primal cries they bellow before they start to feast
Come to see the face of the demons gathered around
Horror builds inside you can only hear the sound
The screams inside your head, the fear within your soul
Disciples of discipline — at Satan’s control
The hours pass like days, slipping in and out of consciousness
Unsure of your destiny or what this really is Thoughts of what’s to come is torture in itself
Aware of this they wait as you remember somewhere else
Ripping bits of skin, they’re feasting on your flesh
Looking at yourself now you see there’s not much left
Why you’re still alive is the thought running through your head
They smile because they know, you cannot kill the dead
After many years your fellings start to change
You cannot understant why you now invite the pain
Feeling you’ve become some horrid beat within
They welcome me now, disciples of discipline
Disciples of discipline
Disciples of discipline