He was born at a cold night
Red eyes and a red mouth
Azure face and black eyebrows

Never had his mother fed
Talked on the third day
Walked on the fortieth day

He did never lose
Was the strongest one
The greatest warrior of the world

The legend of the past
Majesty of the sky
The father of the sun, moon and stars

BORN TO BE THE LORD OF THE TIME
THE ONLY RULER COMING FROM THE SKY
BORN TO BE THE LORD OF THE TIME
THE SIGN OF THE LEGENDARY LIGHT

Little boy had no dreams
Riding through the valleys
Hunting in the dark and old hills

Days, months, and years passed
He grew up very fast
Great mighty fighter at last

Holy born to rule the time..
Holy born.. The Holy Light..