Текст песни Hands Of Death (Burn Baby Burn)

Sometimes the wicked ones The mortal sting I am the only one Across the dreary plane? I am watching? Across the crucified So few are chosen I do not die horrified and seat yourself a ride Get out of your denial A genius of the night and I am watching Across the crucified So few are chosen I 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 They creep and crawl inside Into the heart of cold So dead and paralyzed Perversion of the soul I am watching Across the crucified So few are chosen I 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