Abramelin - Flesh Furnace Lyrics
Roasts his parents as they sleep, a ghastly human pyreWho'd suspect a little boy that shouldn't play with fire?Firmly tied down to the bed, sprawled across the mattressDoused in petrol, pleads of mercy, staring at the matchesEyes of horror open wide as finally the match is struckHungry fumes burst in to flames, your little boy don't give a *****Blue flames race across the blankets, sheets fuse to their backsExcruciating torturous pain, as faces melt like waxThe fire-works excite the boy, he dances 'round the bedChanting, whooping merrily, his parents glowing redAcross the bed and up the walls, the fire licks the ceilingPaint and flesh react the same, blistering and peelingBlood, blackened lung and un-burnt fuelOoze from the mouth as filthy droolCarbonized corpse brittle and thinTeeth grinning brown through black flaking skinYears gone by that little boy has turned into a manTen score lives gone up in smoke - his trusty jerry canHis favourite prey, the sleeping ones, ignorant to attackAwakened by the fuel-fumes of the pyromaniacThe haunting dreams of parents dead,torments his mind each dayNew couples faces, a mere disguise,those parents have to payMasturbating furiously, their torment he remembersA whisp of steam, a sizzling sound, as semen hits the embers
