Hands Of Death

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