Flesh Furnace Lyrics - Singles - Abramelin

Roasts his parents as they sleep, a ghastly human pyre 

Who'd suspect a little boy that shouldn't play with fire? 

Firmly tied down to the bed, sprawled across the mattress 

Doused in petrol, pleads of mercy, staring at the matches 

Eyes of horror open wide as finally the match is struck 

Hungry fumes burst in to flames, your little boy don't give a fuck 

Blue flames race across the blankets, sheets fuse to their backs 

Excruciating torturous pain, as faces melt like wax 

The fire-works excite the boy, he dances 'round the bed 

Chanting, whooping merrily, his parents glowing red 

Across the bed and up the walls, the fire licks the ceiling 

Paint and flesh react the same, blistering and peeling 

Blood, blackened lung and un-burnt fuel 

Ooze from the mouth as filthy drool 

Carbonized corpse brittle and thin 

Teeth grinning brown through black flaking skin 

Years gone by that little boy has turned into a man 

Ten score lives gone up in smoke - his trusty jerry can 

His favourite prey, the sleeping ones, ignorant to attack 

Awakened by the fuel-fumes of the pyromaniac 

The haunting dreams of parents dead, 

torments his mind each day 

New couples faces, a mere disguise, 

those parents have to pay 

Masturbating furiously, their torment he remembers 

A whisp of steam, a sizzling sound, as semen hits the embers