Gier [English translation]

I stroke a singed hide

A distant light grabs the throat

Blood drips from the mouth onto the floor

Increasing, mixing with entrails

A man, still warm, is packaged with string

Happily whistling songs of home

A child takes it to the palace

Saliva gluttonously drips down

I can't hold out against this greed

Bursting rage wants to take control of me

I split apart to teach myself

From within me speaks but an animal