Disciples of Discipline - Morbid Saint

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