Hands Of Death (burn Baby Burn) Lyrics

Hands Of Death (burn Baby Burn)

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
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