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