| Song | Burnt Beyond Recognition |
| Artist | Malevolent Creation |
| Album | The Will to Kill |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barrett ... | |
| He thought that he could get away | |
| With this | |
| Quite wrong, time will turn the tide | |
| Feeble piece of shit oblivious | |
| After a sufficient lapse of time | |
| Psychotic build up... fantasize, | |
| Wheels are in motion... | |
| Demoralize | |
| My vengeance his pain | |
| Voices inside instruct the disdain | |
| Burn him... beyond, burn him... beyond recognition | |
| He never imagined it would end this way | |
| Tortured, twisted and scorched in flames | |
| What did he do to deserve this? | |
| Cross me, | |
| I become subversive | |
| Crawling on all fours, trying to escape | |
| Now he's drenched in gasoline, | |
| I ignite the flames |
| zuo ci : Barrett ... | |
| He thought that he could get away | |
| With this | |
| Quite wrong, time will turn the tide | |
| Feeble piece of shit oblivious | |
| After a sufficient lapse of time | |
| Psychotic build up... fantasize, | |
| Wheels are in motion... | |
| Demoralize | |
| My vengeance his pain | |
| Voices inside instruct the disdain | |
| Burn him... beyond, burn him... beyond recognition | |
| He never imagined it would end this way | |
| Tortured, twisted and scorched in flames | |
| What did he do to deserve this? | |
| Cross me, | |
| I become subversive | |
| Crawling on all fours, trying to escape | |
| Now he' s drenched in gasoline, | |
| I ignite the flames |
| zuò cí : Barrett ... | |
| He thought that he could get away | |
| With this | |
| Quite wrong, time will turn the tide | |
| Feeble piece of shit oblivious | |
| After a sufficient lapse of time | |
| Psychotic build up... fantasize, | |
| Wheels are in motion... | |
| Demoralize | |
| My vengeance his pain | |
| Voices inside instruct the disdain | |
| Burn him... beyond, burn him... beyond recognition | |
| He never imagined it would end this way | |
| Tortured, twisted and scorched in flames | |
| What did he do to deserve this? | |
| Cross me, | |
| I become subversive | |
| Crawling on all fours, trying to escape | |
| Now he' s drenched in gasoline, | |
| I ignite the flames |