Hands Of Death (Burn Baby Burn)

Sometimes the wicked ones????????? the mortal stingI am the only one?Across the dreary plane??I am watching?Across the crucifiedSo few are chosenI do not dieI am the whore of fireI see through sulfur eyesI'm burning in denialA genius of the nightAnd I am watchingAcross the crucifiedSo few are chosenI do not dieIn the hands of deathBurn baby burnIn the hands of deathBurn baby burnIn the hands of deathBurn baby burnThey creep and crawl insideInto the heart of coldSo dead and paralyzedPerversion of the soulI am watchingAcross the crucifiedSo few are chosenI do not dieIn the hands of deathBurn baby burnIn the hands of deathBurn baby burnIn the hands of deathBurn baby burn