Seduce the wicked one
Stir the mortal sting
I'm the only one
A dark and dreary thing
I am there watching
Across the crucified
So few are chosen
I do not die
I howl and horrify
And seat yourself for a ride
Get out of your denial
A genius of the night
And I am there watching
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
I creep and crawl inside
Into the heart of cold
So dead and paralyzed
Perversion of the soul
And I am there watching
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
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