AD HOMINEM - ARBEIT MACHT TOD lyrics

rate me

I like the smell of a dead child

Whose I cut the throat

After torturing him a bit

For nothing but pleasure

Innocence bleeds

As the feeble lamb lies

Sadism will lead us to glory

The sweetness of cruelty

The power of free will

Make me go into raptures

Why should I have mercy?

Through sadism I come

I wish death to all children

To all the weak worldwide

Death to all