| Your burning face | |
| A charcoal cinder | |
| Lump of putrid sizzling flesh | |
| Dripping features deforming fast | |
| Scream 'til your mouth fuses shut | |
| To barbeque | |
| I sentence you | |
| As payment in my private way | |
| Slow and cruel, | |
| I start to drool | |
| For moments you'll regret this day [chorus:] | |
| I'll burn you bastard to a **** | |
| Transform your face to shapeless muck | |
| Agony extreme blood runs | |
| Lips become one with your tongue | |
| Eyes almost burst from your head | |
| Not soon enough you will be dead | |
| Frothing bloodily from the mouth | |
| I'll burn you bastard to a **** | |
| The sweet sweet smell of your burning hell | |
| Inspires the fires that desecrate and melt | |
| I torch your soul, | |
| I **** your mind | |
| You'll be a horror 'til the end of time [repeat chorus] [E.C.] | |
| Burnt to a **** [repeat verse 3] [repeat chorus] [D.C.] | |
| Burnt to a **** |