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
  ????????? horrified
  And seat yourself a ride
  Get out of your 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