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