Herzen Drei


I was down in the deserts,

The black one,

who rests in the shade of Sutekh;

as my mother arrives,

The red lady,

my bloodthirsty mother;


My mother ripped of my limbs,

slashed my body,

teared up my brain;

and only my beating heart remains

on the ground.

and my mother put it into her own

sacred manifestation,

so that my birth as her son,


could become law.