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Creep and crawl inside
Into the heart of cold
So dead and paralyzed
Perversion of the soul

Seduce the wicked ones
Seduce the wicked ones
Disturb the mortal sting
Disturb the mortal sting

I am the only one
I am the only one
A dark and dreary thing
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 am the whore of fire
I see through sulfur eyes
I see through sulfur eyes

Your guardian in denial
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
Creep and crawl inside
Into the heart of cold
Into the heart of cold

So dead and paralyzed
So dead and paralyzed
Perversion of the soul
Perversion of the soul

I am 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
Creep and crawl inside   Into the heart of cold   So dead and paralyzed   Perversion of the soul      Seduce the wicked ones   Seduce the wicked ones   Disturb the mortal sting   Disturb the mortal sting      I am the only one   I am the only one   A dark and dreary thing   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 am the whore of fire   I see through sulfur eyes   I see through sulfur eyes      Your guardian in denial   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   Creep and crawl inside   Into the heart of cold   Into the heart of cold      So dead and paralyzed   So dead and paralyzed   Perversion of the soul   Perversion of the soul      I am 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