Paroles: Nemrud. In the World of Dreams.

The nines are race of Mitos
This is not east or west, already force your head
Children of the trees are the protectors
The body finds the way via phoenix

See the clean path of true light
The golden peak that you lost the night
Ulgen?s son, darkness hold you for the fight

It comes from far, the Nemrud
The wind is blowing a sound well known
Locked my secrets in an unowned spell
Visions of a future journey ?appear!?

See the clean path of true light
The golden peak that you lost the night
Erlik?s blood, Yelbegen hold you for the fight