Alice Cooper - Hands Of Death - Текст песни

Creep and crawl inside, to the heart of cold
	So dead and paralyzed, perversion of the soul
	Seduce the wicked ones, disturb the mortal sting
	I am the only one, 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 see through sulfur eyes
	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, into the heart of cold
	So dead and paralyzed, perversion of the soul
	I'm 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