Fleshgrind - Burning Your World

The smell of burning cinder
The crackle and pop of human flesh
The screams of my victims

I hear as I fade into the dark
Sit around the corner
With success in my obession

As I admire my work of art
Molotovs, gasoline, or a match
Or through any technique

I know how to acheive
To work my work of wonder
To my pure delight!

I want to see it burn, I wanna see you burn
The more people I can burn, the better I feel
I want to see it burn, I want to see you burn!