Lurking in the darkness, waiting for its hour,
Star of hatred and blade of wrath, hidden so deep
The light of your conscience won’t reach the secret shore
On which the ripples die of its ominous sleep,
Skulking and rumbling, sighing and snarling, the Curse
Creeps up into your dreams, and to your soul adverse
Will colour in your days in unsuspected shades,
Waiting for your anger to open wide the Gates.
Tightly the Seal of Love have kept them shut so far
But there is not a heart anger does never sway
Beware, young warrior, born under Kyuubi’s star
The Nine-tailed will awake ; the Fox will find his way.