Among the inaccessible hills, the land of the oldest people

In the fortified fortress, the temple of Stony Rings

Chosen sons of the Earth and its defenders,

and the tree of life Ledian were prepared to fight


They died always in the same way

it was heroic death in battle

But among them there was one

who was supposed to be a knight

He was called the Son of the Three

as no one knew his real parents

Being born with the birthmark

of the Spirit of the World


Who died in the same day and in the same hour

He was taken away from his parents and given

to the three old men from the black mountain

His education was coming to an end


It was the day of duel

Four hundred of the temple's young defenders

were fighting with the skilled warriors,

The invaders of their native land - now the prisoners

kept and looked after for this time


Who were promised freedom if provided they won the duel

They faced the bloody test, shedding the blood on the battlefield


None of the captives regained freedom, none of them defeated

The young defender, the tree of life Ledian in a direct battle


Father, take this sacrifice from me, and if you do,

I will become your warrior for ages

Lead my mighty arm

To the glory of Ledian defenders


Ojcze przyjmij tê ofiarê ode mnie,

jeœli j¹ przyjmiesz, pozostanê na zawsze twym s³ug¹


The Son of the Three's

long sword firstly deprived

a young soldier's body of its arm

Blood gushed profusely on the ground

beneath the warriors' legs

The next blow separated

the head from the trunk

and it rolled on the battlefield


Marking its trace with a bloody path, the young barbarian lifted it

And holding it by its hair, drunk the blood to quench his thirst...

later on he removed its skin

Not being aware that the King of Snakes

was born

in his soul