The spirit of the Serpentine King will never reborn

In the young warrior's heart

His sword, Absorber of the Worlds

Stuck in the body of the master of the dead is eaten by rust


The spirit of the Serpentine King

will never reborn

In the young warrior's heart


And there won't

be any worthy leader

To guide

our army

Our enemies

will sense that

And thousands of them

will come to our borders


But the morale among the army will weaken

A strong flaming gale will blow

To declare the last home of God Father

and the Spirit of the World fallen

And the nine rings of the Temple of the Time

will fall down one by one

Burying both the defenders and the invaders

And the three immortal will find an eternal shelter

Deep in the heart of the Sacred Mountain


And the nine rings of the Temple of the Time

will fall down one by one

Burying both the defenders and the invaders

And the three immortal will find an eternal shelter

Deep in the heart of the Sacred Mountain