The 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!
The 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!