Raise your breath crypts of Medina

Towards the realm of ritual

Leaded by the grief

The faith in spiritualism

Possesses your belief

The master won't remit your sins

The judgement has arrived

The atmosphere will bear the fate

The seven mists will rise

Consecrate the gates to the magicians' hall

Raise the silence lead the barons to their seat

Fallacious thoughts die away

Pernicious doubt begets decay

When the omen prays to heaven for relief

Hear the prophet's call：

Woe to the valley of the seventh mystique

The curse of Medina：

A new sin will be born

Upon a life's relic

Redeemers will be torn

For the reign of this mystique

The guardians to the spell

Protect the ritual

The barons of the dark

Confess

Let the rubin touch the spirit

Take the fragment to the king

Awake the valley of the witches

The curse will form the seventh sin