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