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 nightAnd I am watching

Across the crucified

So few are chosen

I do not dieIn the hands of death

Burn baby burn

In the hands of death

Burn baby burnIn the hands of death

Burn baby burn

They creep and crawl inside

Into the heart of coldSo dead and paralyzed

Perversion of the soul

I am watching

Across the crucifiedSo few are chosen

I do not die

In the hands of death

Burn baby burnIn the hands of death

Burn baby burn

In the hands of death

Burn baby burn