Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh Furnace

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

Blood, blackened and un-burnt fuel
Ooze the mouth as filthy drool
Carbonized brittle and thin
Teeth brown through black flaking skin

Years gone by little boy has turned into a man
Ten score lives gone up in smoke - his jerry can
His favourite prey, the ones, ignorant to attack
Awakened by the of the pyromaniac

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