Hands Of Death
Sometimes? The? wicked ones The
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am the only one Across
? the dreary plane I?
? am watching Across?
the crucified So
few are chosen I
do not die Horrified
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seat yourself a ride Get
out of your 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