Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh Furnace

Roasts his parents as they sleep, a ghastly pyre
Who'd suspect a little boy that play with fire?
Firmly tied to the bed, sprawled across the mattress
Doused in petrol, pleads of mercy, staring at the
Eyes of horror open wide as finally the is struck
Hungry fumes burst in to flames, your boy don't give a fuck
Blue flames race across the blankets, fuse to their backs
Excruciating torturous pain, as melt like wax
The excite the boy, he dances 'round the bed
Chanting, merrily, his parents glowing red
the bed and up the walls, the fire licks the ceiling
Paint and flesh react the same, and peeling

Blood, lung and un-burnt fuel
Ooze from the mouth as filthy
Carbonized brittle and thin
grinning brown through black flaking skin

Years gone by that 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 dreams of parents dead,
his mind each day
New faces, a mere disguise,
parents have to pay
Masturbating furiously, torment he remembers
A whisp of steam, a sound, as semen hits the embers