Rare descendants,
Of the moon spirit herself,
Grace the sunless,
Celestial body's presence.
A sealed temple,
Full of corrupted spirits,
Locked away in darkness,
Wandering lost and helpless.
Sacred relics,
Sworn to ancient people,
Lost to time and history,
Barricaded within.
Blood smears upon stone,
Arrows launched into bark extremities,
Carcasses litter the exterior,
Death is everywhere.
Spirit of the moon,
Songstress Periboriwa,
Sweet voice of elegance,
Cursed and corrupted.
Spirit of the moon,
Emerge from this tomb,
Spirit of the moon,
She longs to free you.