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
in petrol, pleads of mercy, staring at the matches
Eyes of horror open wide as finally the is struck
Hungry fumes in to flames, your little boy don't give a fuck
flames race across the blankets, sheets fuse to their backs
Excruciating torturous pain, as faces melt wax
The fire-works excite the boy, he dances the bed
Chanting, merrily, his parents glowing red
Across the bed and up the walls, the fire licks the
Paint and flesh the same, blistering and peeling

Blood, blackened and un-burnt fuel
Ooze from the mouth as drool
Carbonized corpse and thin
Teeth grinning through black flaking skin

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

The dreams of parents dead,
his mind each day
New couples faces, a disguise,
those have to pay
Masturbating furiously, their torment he
A of steam, a sizzling sound, as semen hits the embers