When he was born
The Elder gathered in the night
They gave him shelter
Clothed him, fed him with insight
They taught him of the course
Of human and the Setian ways
Curriculum just shy the telling
Of the end of days

 [bad word] 
Minions gather 'round
Round this child
Watch over as he grove, little
does he know
This child is the one
Salvation
Fulfill the prophecy, bring
about our destiny

As he grows
His minions gather in the night
His future though
not clear to him
He holds the second sight
He has seen most of this world
Yet does not his way
They will place on the path
To the end of days

 [bad word] 
Minions gather 'round
Round this child
Watch over as he grove, little
does he know
This child is the one
Salvation
Fulfill the prophecy, bring
about our destiny