Pleasure Lyrics
Before you tear the aortaStab with a knife......Once againCut throat does not compareTo the pleasure of raping a childFollowing her,I leered at her tiny boyWatched her delicate movesAnd that strange freshnessNow, she's just a dead,Ripped corpse...In the cut throatI find my pleasureRaping the childYou hatefully murder,Then desecrateMy bodyYou should haveDone it before......Before you thoughtOf revengeI was molestedIt doesn't matter nowNow it's bloodNow it's spemCut throat,Pleasure AARGH!
Yattering Pleasure
