The moment came now His brother died And became his people's guide Though was suspicions Of fratricide Behind him they ride
They all know legend Who bears the ghost sword Brings the world an age end And 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 little a free soul It's Rome his 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 dissuade But the Pope is ready There to imprecate: \"Don't be so steady and capitulate!\"
He how of crudeness Love and Jesus' sake And he feels that Inside his awakes To take what you wouldn't is Always a mistake