Frostitute

A cold husk of evil
The black smoke grows
Passed unto the next life
Bereave for her mind

Awaken the vapour of death
A creeping haze upon her
Awaken the frostitute
The bride of decay

The hissing sound in the wind, with vigor and haste
She spreads like a mist, the forest; now death,
Now the movement of pain in your veins,
The poison, the nightmarish rage and hate

The piercing sound of her breath
A heaving punctured lung
Reak of lacerations and infection
Spew forth from the mouth
Disgusting and vile
The stalling sickness

Becoming the subordinate evil,
The demon, a witch, Bride of satan
The crafter of pain and evils
The watch begins,

Evolving, changing men to beast,
Cursed with bloodlust, cursed with hatred
Succubus, arise in black
Inordinate pain be embraced

May fear and hopelessness accompany death,
May pain and dread be seen at the end.