Burning villages

Engulfed in flames
growling in pain
blinded by a thousand fleshes
crying to the earth

Napalmed to the ground
burned to the root
clueless as to where to run
wait for the end

Burning
dying
burning
dying

I like the scent of dead
once I step on the path
Hence I must kill and destroy
satisfy my lust for smell

Barbecuing of the flesh
Brings the hell out of me
Whispers of agony
Fills my mind with strength