This suffering must come to an end
These razors within me must be expelled
Whoever dreamed such a glorious dream
That a tremendous expulsion could bring me such joy
The release of the pressure, an end to the suffering
A warm, moist feeling as I leave you behind
The glorious emptiness within me brings tears to my eyes
But now it must be filled with the giver of life
Gorge myself with its sweetness, keep it all for myself
There is none left for you, I am not yet complete
I must devour you as well, your life's blood will become a part of me
Become a part of me, for I'm the almighty Bunt
