Wake up in a sweat, blood in my mouth;
Pain combined with torture had no time to shout.
A gathering of freaks, an evil bloody feast,
Trapped in the furnace sacrificial to your beast!

Temperatures increase, searing my skin!
Start to realize I'm the last of my kin!
Anger, devastation in the furnace of hate
Bubbles on my body, I know it's far too late
Hair is removed by the embers YES!
Retarded people laugh, witness life in the bliss!
Eyes leave their sockets, sour taste of piss,
Entrails boiling, burst and gush

Oven of disgust, complaining of distrust
Leaving me there but the gore it's a must
See the pleasant smile will be devoured by them freaks
Genitals churn and be the ???? On the meek

Righteous open top me off with spice....
Roasted body, the lager is mighty nice!

Sit around the table the fucking fucks
Furnace ??????????????????????
Excrements boil, they don't seem to care
Raising flesh goblets in the air

Righteous open top me off with spice....
Roasted body, the lager is mighty nice!

My final rest, on this silver...plate!
I hold a choke from my lips!
Showing my hate!

Virgin ???? And ???? ???? His side
Sickened deformed now join my side

Woke up in a sweat, blood in my mouth;
Pain combined with torture had no time to shout.
A gathering of freaks an evil bloody feast,
Trapped in the furnace sacrificial to your beast!

Temperatures increase, searing my skin!
Start to realize I'm the last of my kin!
Anger, devastation in the furnace of hate
Bubbles up my body, I know it's far too late
Hair is removed by the embers YES!
Retarded people laugh , witness life in the bliss!
Eyes leave their sockets, sour taste of piss,
Entrails boiling, burst and gush!

Furnace.....funeral!


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    General CommentThe meaning of this song is pretty clear, unless one chooses to take it all as a metaphor, which I do not. :P

    The full lyrics:

    Wake up in a sweat
    Blood in my mouth
    Fainted by the torture, had no time to shout
    A gathering of freaks, an 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

    [CHORUS]
    The hatch is open
    Topping me with spice
    Roasted body, their hunger's my demise

    They sit around the table, those ugly fucks
    Served as a three-course dinner, yucks!
    Excrement boil, they don't seem to care
    Brunch of flesh gobbets, in their lair

    My final rest of 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!
    Windsongon November 06, 2008   Link

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