Torment - Brotherhood Of The Lake

Her burning limbs have given up

She has climbed as far as she can

Her fragile bones begin to crack

As damnation screams her name

She can almost see the sun

But the ‘blessed' came in droves

So let her fall to the putrid

Cast her back down to the dead

Torment is her home.

She is the curse

We are the distance.

Always will be

When the lusted light burns her eyes

She doesn’t close them, open wide

She’s embracing pain, to ask for more

She can never ask again

Torment is her home.

She is the curse

We are the distance.

Always will be

So gather round, murderers

Guard the gates to cast her back