In the deepest cave

of the Mountain of the Dead

There was a body of the Moonlit Knight,

the master of the dead


Numb from stillness and a restless sleep

Chained firmly to the stone

The tree immortal old men,

the highest priests of god Hamon


Knew that the only way

to revive the sleeping knight' body

Was through making sacrifice

of virgin blood


From the beginning of the World

The power of the Temple of Nine Rings

Had been lasting intact in its majesty


But here the enemy pulled out his pointed swords


So let's make the last desperate step

And let's free imprisoned in the emptiness god

Let him guide, lead his army

Leading to victory of both the alive and the dead


She stood in front of him,

stunningly beautiful

Wearing flowing,

purely white robe


Her first touch awakened blood in his numb, cold body

Spasms trembled his long lifeless muscles

He rose to his feet, clinging his chains

Enormous like a statue, conqueror of the worlds


For the ritual to be accomplished

he only had to make love to her

Who stood in front of him ready for everything

Despite the pain, the young girl's body wasn't resisting to

The fallen master


The fallen master,

arising from the emptiness

After a while

the chains around


his body cracked

And the three old men

brought the master of the dead

the helmet of a long dead hero


Her first touch

awakened blood in his numb,

cold body spasms


trembled his long lifeless muscles

he rose to his feet,

clinging his chains

enormous like a statue,

conqueror of the worlds