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

I am the whore of fire

I see through sulfur eyes

I'm burning in denial

A genius of the night

And I am 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

They creep and crawl inside

Into the heart of cold

So dead and paralyzed

Perversion of the soul

I am 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