The moment came His brother died And he became his people's guide Though was suspicions fratricide Behind him they ride
They all know the legend Who bears the ghost sword Brings the world an age end And must be it's lord Thinks his the legend In will record
Like a wild blasphemer Out of all control A of a dreamer A little a free soul It's Rome his first goal
And then, a 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 ready There to imprecate: \"Don't so steady and capitulate!\"
He how speaks of crudeness Love and Jesus' sake And he feels that goodness his awakes To take what you wouldn't is Always a mistake