Текст песни I. A.i

Child of eight, bound and beaten, foreskin sliced, precise incision. Infantile screams bring uncontrollable arousal.
With a kitchen knife I perform castration. Rampant fellatio, it's dissected meat in my mouth.
The salty taste of bloody smegma slipping down my throat, flacid mutilated penis.Desecration - I. A.i - http://ru.motolyrics.com/desecration/i-ai-lyrics.html
The scalpel inserted through the uretha, working the blade in and out. An infliction of pain beyond human comprehension. Sodomized by a broken bottle, ripping the delicate anal tissue. Paralyzed by fatel kick to the spine, repetative punches to the face, features swollen, beyond recognition, screams reduced to a whimper, sickening repugnant acts. Infantile anal intercourse, I force myself up it's blood dreched rectum and fondle it's hairless groin. Gouge out the eyes, roll them over my tongue, I plunge my manhood into the shrivelled sockets.
The catamites demise is near. Vegitated child, mute and beyond pain. Cannibalising flesh.
Wank over the dying infant. With iron bar I smash it's pathetic fucking skull. The youth lies white and still.