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