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
He woke up and came back
From the dark world of dreams
Told to the grandfather
About his dream in the white marquee
On the slope of the golden mountain of Ulgen
In the silence of the river drum
Listen my son, this will be your story
Mitos is your name
From the breed of Ulgen
From the blood of Erlik
Both the beginning and the end are clear
You came from the sky, and you will go back to the sky
Whilst the world is lying, under water peacefully
Whilst there was no vision; to perch upon for Kayra
Black throne is in the underground, in the land of Erlik
Sound echoes so beautiful; magic play in your mind
Find the stone in the water
Mitos my son, find the stone in the water