Letras
And Jupiter answered, God of all gods
Ye hath committed a crime too heinous
To remain in the realm of mortals, Osta
You are being banished to Loralis, land of all misfits
And not the band
Repent now, Osta
Or have a life with no chin
A chinless life is a fruitless life, Osta
Know the punishment being foretold upon you
And know your crime and how it could have been prevented
The crime, Osta
The crime bring brought against you
Smiting a smitten mare
And dropping a sodium-chloride emoji in the chat
One thousand years in Loralis, Osta
Ye shall never know the touch of a woman (or a man)
Ye shall never know the touch of the wind on yer face
I banish you, Osta
To a life with no chin