• The Master of Serpants;
    And destroyer of man.
    The moon shines sinister on his pale hands;
    The one who beckons with iron demands.
    He sees through lies and betrayal too;
    Mercilessly playing with our minds
    as our hatred towards him grew.
    We fell victim to his horrid plans;
    His sins and hatred slipped through our hands.
    And when our lives are tossed askew;
    We are slaves to our dear Lord,
    Orochimaru.