Seduce the wicked one This is the mortal sting I am the only one A dark and dreary thing The blood washes Across the crucified So few are chosen I do not die
I haunt and horrify I see through sulfur eyes I'm burning in denial A genius of the night The blood washes 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 The blood washes 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