This suffering must come to and 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.