The Cremator's Song

Corpses, Corpses, Corpses burning down the Corpses, Corpses, Corpses set on fire Foul smell of cremation comes from the funeral home You can breathe the smoke of scorched flesh and bones Fueling the furnace with bodies of the dead My mind is mesmerized gazing into these flames Consuming coffins and decayed human remains Don't ask me where I work...I work in hell!! Corpses, Corpses, Corpses burning down the Corpses, Corpses, Corpses set on fire A pile of smouldering ashes is all that left of you your life is reduced to dust into a funeral urn Fueling the furnace with bodies of the dead My mind is mesmerized gazing into these flames Consuming coffins and decayed human remains Don't ask me where I work...I work in hell!! Ashes to Gases... Pus to dust... See them vanish Rest in fire...