Burning them
Torching them
Broiling them
Melting flesh

Bodies piled up, stacked to the chest
The pungent odour of broiled flesh
Remnants of the living dead
Surgical experiments made to go wrong
Down to the furnace "where they belong"
(Here they'll lay in a firey tomb)

Men, women, young and old
Bodies lay there dead and cold
Not for long they're this fire's coal
Bodies scattered, torn apart
The result of one insane man's art
Deep down in the cemetary
Here he digs up bodies
Deep down in the crematory

Burning them
Torching them
Broiling them
Melting flesh