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 down 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 burst in to flames, your little boy don't give a fuck
Blue flames race across the blankets, sheets fuse to their
Excruciating pain, as faces melt like 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 licks the ceiling
and flesh react 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 gone by that little boy has turned a man
Ten score gone up in smoke - his trusty jerry can
His prey, the sleeping ones, ignorant to attack
by the fuel-fumes of the pyromaniac

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