Creep and crawl inside, to the heart of cold
So dead and paralyzed, perversion of the soul
Seduce the wicked ones, disturb the mortal sting

I am the only one, a dark and dreary thing
I am the blood washing, across the crucified
Yeah so few are chosen, I do not die
I am the whore of fire, I see through sulfur eyes
Your guardian in denial, a genius of the night

In the hands of death, burn baby burn
In the hands of death, burn baby burn
In the hands of death, burn baby burn
In the hands of death, burn baby burn

Creep and crawl inside, into the heart of cold
So dead and paralyzed, perversion of the soul
I'm the blood washing, across the crucified

Yeah 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
In the hands of death, burn baby burn

Burn baby burn
Burn baby burn
Burn baby burn