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I renounced my house

I turned my face away from my brothers

A tear hurt my heart

The yearning for the body prevailed

For there is few of us

And many fools stray

For her I became mortal

He calls me master

There are many who want to be taught

Now I know

Call me fool

For I possess the key

I laugh at your face

You holy prophets

Great you, who deceive

Thinking you have the key to the gate

I ask of you, show me the gate

Are you scared of the snake?

Is it the wrong tree?

And not the proper stronghold?

I’m wasting my time, you wretched bastards

Slaves, food for Seth

You reject my love?

I shall come and she’ll strut beside me

He will choose for himself

Three candles are burning

While millions were put out by wind

Somewhere in the distance a laughing is heard

And the snake is full