Sadistic wicked one

Still the mortal sting

I am the only one

A dark a dreary thing

And the blood washes

Across the crucified

Yeah, so few are choosen

And they do not die

I am the whore of fire

I see through sulphur eyes

I'm burning in denial

I chill myself alive



[ CHORUS ]

And the blood washes

Across the crucified

Yeah, so few are choosen

And they 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)



{dialogue and screams}



... DEAD !!!