The moment came now His brother died And he became his people's Though was suspicions Of fratricide Behind him they ride
They all know the legend Who the ghost Brings the world an age end And must be it's lord Thinks his feats the legend In fire will record
Like a wild blasphemer of all control A little of a dreamer A a free soul It's Rome his first goal
And a stranger Came to the horde Unafraid of sure danger Gave the ghost sword the most adored
Recitation He has come already To the city gates His decision's made He's not to dissuade But the Pope is There to imprecate: \"Don't be so and capitulate!\"
He how speaks of crudeness Love and Jesus' sake And feels that goodness Inside his awakes To take what you wouldn't is Always a mistake