Forecast - My Key - My Pain

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