[00:30.87]Wake up in a sweat
[02:06.45]Blood in my mouth
[02:07.14]Fainted by the torture, had no time to shout
[02:10.65]A gathering of freaks, and evil plot, a feast
[02:15.00]Trapped in the furnace, sacrificial to the beast
[02:16.17]Temperature's increased, searing my skin
[02:18.78]I start to realize I'm the last of my kin
[02:21.78]Acrid devastation in the furnace of fate
[02:24.39]Bubbles on my body, I know it's far too late
[02:26.64]Hair is removed by the embers hiss
[02:29.85]Retarded people laugh, worthless life in a bliss
[02:32.85]Eyes leave their sockets, sour taste of pus
[02:35.82]Abscess boiling, burst and gush
[02:43.20]Oven of disgust, companion of distrust
[02:45.45]Medium rare for the course is a must
[02:47.07]See the bastard smile, will be devoured by them freaks
[02:48.81]Genitals charred, I pay the price for being meek
[02:51.72]The hatch is open
[02:55.08]Topping me with spice
[02:56.97]Roasted body, their hunger's my demise
[03:02.76]They sit around the table, those ugly *****
[03:03.96]Served as a three-course dinner, yucks!
[03:05.85]Excrements boil, they don't seem to care
[03:08.16]Brunch of flesh gobbets, in their lair
[03:13.14]My final rest on a silver plate
[03:15.42]I hope they choke on my limbs, showing my hate
[05:02.07]Bred in a line of incesticide
[05:02.73]Sick and deformed, not on my side
[05:08.19]Furnace funeral

Wake up in a sweat
Blood in my mouth
Fainted by the torture, had no time to shout
A gathering of freaks, and evil plot, a feast
Trapped in the furnace, sacrificial to the beast
Temperature's increased, searing my skin
I start to realize I'm the last of my kin
Acrid devastation in the furnace of fate
Bubbles on my body, I know it's far too late
Hair is removed by the embers hiss
Retarded people laugh, worthless life in a bliss
Eyes leave their sockets, sour taste of pus
Abscess boiling, burst and gush
Oven of disgust, companion of distrust
Medium rare for the course is a must
See the bastard smile, will be devoured by them freaks
Genitals charred, I pay the price for being meek
The hatch is open
Topping me with spice
Roasted body, their hunger's my demise
They sit around the table, those ugly *****
Served as a three-course dinner, yucks!
Excrements boil, they don't seem to care
Brunch of flesh gobbets, in their lair
My final rest on a silver plate
I hope they choke on my limbs, showing my hate
Bred in a line of incesticide
Sick and deformed, not on my side
Furnace funeral