Yattering - Pleasure lyrics

Try to comprehend me Before you tear the aorta Stab with a knife... ... Once again Cut throat does not compare To the pleasure of raping a child Following her I leered at her tiny boy Watched her delicate moves And that strange freshness Now, she's just a dead Ripped corpse ... In the cut throat I find my pleasure Raping the child You hatefully murder Then desecrate My body You should have Done it before... ... Before you thought Of revenge I was molested It doesn't matter now Now it's blood Now it's s**m Cut throat Pleasure