Hands Of Death Lyrics - Rob Zombie

Sadistic wicked ones 

Still the mortal sting 

I am the only one 

A dark and dreary thing 

And the blood washes 

Across the crucified 

Yeah, so few are chosen 

And they do not die 

I am the whore of fire 

I see through sulfur eyes 

I'm burning in denial 

I chill myself alive 

And the blood washes 

Across the crucified 

Yeah, so few are chosen 

And they do not die 

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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 

I creep and crawl inside 

Into the heart of cold 

So dead and paralyzed 

A virgin of the soul 

And the blood washes 

Across the crucified 

Yeah, so few are chosen 

And they do not die 

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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