Disciples of Discipline (Morbid Saint)

You know you cannot survive the eternal pain within join Satan's following your now a disciple of discipline Awakened by the sounds of blood curdling screams shackled to the wall the pain it is extreme Outside the door the chanting of the vicious beasts 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 their feasting on your flesh Looking at yourself see there's not much left Why your still alive is the thought running through your head They smile because they know You cannot kill the dead After many years your feelings start to change you cannot understand why you now invite the pain Feeling you've become some horrid beast within They welcome to me now Disciples of discipline