This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
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!
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!
Lyrics submitted by xletitBEATLES
Furnace Funeral Lyrics as written by Dan Erland Swano Anders Dick Nystrom
Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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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!