Lost in the burning sun
Lost in a void so black
Forsaken by destiny

Amidst this empty night
IN THE TEMPLE OF MY DISEASE, I SPILL BLOOD TO FIND MY BLISS
I wander through the fields of pain

I live for my endless disdain

Torment - Is it a blessing or a curse?


In the eye of blasphemy
Where the essence speaks to me

Can your hear silence stare?
Can you see riverbeds rise?
A place where the essence dwells

Elusive and hard to trace

Torment - Is it a blessing or a curse?


I retreat into my disease
Thousand ways to erase this life

Never find salvation from Hate
I will show you what it is...
A wound hard to heal!


When the seas turn into blood
Every word of mine comes true

In the name of the antichrist
My end will be fall of man


Torment - Is it a blessing or a curse?
I retreat into my disease
Thousand ways to erase this life

Never find salvation from Hate
I will show you what it is...
A wound hard to heal!


[Solo: Mateusz Szemraj]


The soul exile immune to pain
Get the gun! Get the knife! Cleanse this waste!
A sequence of stabs, a sequence of shots thrills the air

In the silence's stare sadness will last, last forever!