On that night so long ago
when I sealed his very soul.
I watched the light fade from his eyes,
wept tears of sorrow with my cries.
For he who was chosen for this fate
lived not beyond this very date.
I watched from up high
as they beat and scorned him.
He who's soul was sealed
rests in the chosen's field.
Soon the scorn he had born
That caused pain unbearable, took form.
Nine great tails rained destruction
upon a village without correction.
And he in the Chosen's skin
laughed as they who scorned him,
wept in their sin.