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