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