Sickness - Frost*

With ice in his breath

And fire in his stride

Pagan shadows in his eyes

He’s got the devil inside

Eastern desolation

Crypts of flagellation

Dancing into ecstasy

Driving out this sickness

Heavy like a cancer leech

Draining all life from you

A maniac stare

Impure carnal sin

On a spiritual journey

Open wide, let me in

Spiritual temptation

Of the antichrist

Hunting down the devil

Can’t drive out this sickness

Heavy like a cancer leech

Draining all life from you

Let me breathe your poisoned breath

My love, my life, my misery

The death is on your lips

It is dripping, it is sleeping

It is pulling me under