The Burning Songtext
von F.K.Ü.

A practical joke gone horribly wrong
Burt grabs you to a grizzly death song
Hospitalized, biding his time
He makes spinach turn into grime

Back at the camp, it′s fright night
Lurking in the woods near your campsite
Half the young campers soon to be dead
Run for the schoolhouse that lies ahead

Don't look, he′ll see you
Don't breathe, he'll hear you
The Burning

Let the chair swing, the fingers glow
Stab one in the throat and watch the blood flow
Split another skull and the breeze roar out
"Oh, what an act! Make them shout!"


A flamethrower used in the final attack
But this time you lose, a revenge setback
Nail bayonets, it′s understood
You′ll probably get burned, and burn like us

Don't look, he′ll see you
Don't breathe, he′ll hear you
The Burning

Gramps, he's back for revenge
All dressed in black
It′s not just a tale
This legend is real
Should've never come out here
Your end is near
Gather 'round the campfire
If you want to die

Don′t look, he′ll see you
Don't breathe, he′ll hear you
Don't move, you′re dead

The Burning