Testo Hands Of Death

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