Текст песни Arbeit Macht Tod

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