Testo di Crematorium

Lined up on the road to death Victims sure to die Trapped in lives of living hell Horror in their minds Tyrants chose their destiny Picked to die at birth Bunred behind the concrete walls Their screams are never heard Flesh it burns and peels away The blood boils in your veins Inhale the smoke from burning flesh Hear the screams of pain Vomit as you start to die Choking on the bile Corpses hooked and dragged away Thrown into the pile Roasting in the crematorium, death is slow Flames burn your fucking flesh to the bone