Disciples of the east
Your flesh is our feast
Wicked offspring of a beast
Brood of unrighteous priest
Gather before me
Truth is born in the age of lies
Through your false faith you meet your demise
Spawned and raised by the cognitive flame
Throne of maggots and blood is their claim
Chaos reigns to establish the order
Sanity fused with mental disorder
This world is swallowed by the sick
Like the plague that was spread by a tick
Spread by a tick
Impaled on a stick
Lamenting the past
Nothing was made to last
We roam the desolation
Disgraceful incarnations
I hear that voice again
Rejecting my salvation
Born in this world just to serve, just a slave
Loyal to vicious unholy conclave
His promise and word he already gave
So he can be brought back from the grave
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Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner
supported by 22 fans who also own “Disciples Of The East”
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
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Larry Wang 'singing', glorious slams and atmospherics ripped straight out of Aliens result in a should-not-be-missed slab of inhuman fury. poisonremedy