Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh Furnace

Roasts his parents as sleep, a ghastly human pyre
Who'd suspect a boy that shouldn't play with fire?
tied down to the bed, sprawled across the mattress
Doused in petrol, pleads of mercy, staring at the
Eyes of horror open wide as the match is struck
Hungry fumes burst in to flames, little boy don't give a fuck
Blue flames race across the blankets, sheets to their backs
Excruciating pain, as faces melt like wax
The fire-works excite the boy, he dances the bed
Chanting, whooping merrily, his parents red
Across the bed and up the walls, the fire the ceiling
Paint and flesh react the same, blistering and

Blood, blackened lung and fuel
Ooze from the mouth as filthy
Carbonized corpse and thin
Teeth grinning through black flaking skin

Years by that little boy has turned into a man
Ten score gone up in smoke - his trusty jerry can
His favourite prey, the sleeping ones, ignorant to
by the fuel-fumes of the pyromaniac

The haunting dreams of dead,
torments his mind day
New faces, a mere disguise,
those have to pay
Masturbating furiously, their torment he
A whisp of steam, a sound, as semen hits the embers