Sick Whith Desire lyrics

Solitary and condemned To a night that never ends Inside the viper's den Your sex an endless threat I can smell you from here I can smell your desire The tyranny of bloodlust Laps at your poisoned loins Like a leper With a tongue of fire I can smell you from here You're made weak with desire Expert of perversions And of criminal urges Your dayreams remain stained With the blood of saints I can smell you from here You're made sick with desire I can smell you from here Make me sick with desire