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