The Cremator's Song - Haemorrhage

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…