Hands of Death [Burn Baby Burn]
CHARLIE CLOUSER, ROB ZOMBIE, ROB WOLFGANG ZOMBIE
Seduce the wicked one
This is the mortal sting i am the only one
A dark and dreary thing
The blood washes across the crucified
So few are chosen i do not die
I haunt and horrify
I see through sulfur eyes
I'm burning in denial a genius of the night
The blood washes across the crucified
So few are chosen i do not die
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
The blood washes across the crucified
So few are chosen i do not die
