Hands of Death

Sadistic wicked ones Still the mortal sting I am the only one A dark and dreary thing And the blood washes Across the crucified Yeah, so few are chosen And they do not die I am the whore of fire I see through sulfur eyes I'm burning in denial I chill myself alive And the blood washes Across the crucified Yeah, so few are chosen And they do not die In the hands of death Burn baby burn In the hands of death Burn baby burn In the hands of death Burn baby burn In the hands of death Burn baby burn I creep and crawl inside Into the heart of cold So dead and paralyzed A virgin of the soul And the blood washes Across the crucified Yeah, so few are chosen And they do not die In the hands of death Burn baby burn In the hands of death Burn baby burn In the hands of death Burn baby burn In the hands of death Burn baby burn