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