Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh Furnace

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

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

Years gone by that boy has turned into a man
Ten score lives 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,
torments his mind day
New couples faces, a disguise,
those parents to pay
Masturbating furiously, torment he remembers
A whisp of steam, a sizzling sound, as semen the embers