Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh Furnace

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

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

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

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