Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh Furnace

Roasts his parents as they sleep, a ghastly pyre
Who'd suspect a boy that shouldn't play with fire?
Firmly down 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, little boy don't give a fuck
Blue flames race across the blankets, fuse to their backs
Excruciating torturous pain, as faces 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 licks the ceiling
Paint and flesh the same, blistering and peeling

Blood, blackened lung and fuel
Ooze from the as filthy drool
corpse brittle and thin
Teeth brown through black flaking skin

gone 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, to attack
by the fuel-fumes of the pyromaniac

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