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 pa**ed
He grew up very fast
Great mighty fighter at last
Holy born to rule the time...
Holy born... The Holy Light...