Текст песни: Alice Cooper. Hands Of Death.
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
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
Alice Cooper
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