The moment came now His died And he became his people's guide Though was suspicions Of fratricide Behind him ride
They all know the legend Who bears the ghost sword Brings the world an end And must be it's lord Thinks his feats the legend In fire will record
Like a wild Out of all control A little a dreamer A little a free soul It's Rome his first goal
And then, a stranger to the horde Unafraid of sure danger Gave the ghost sword To the most adored
Recitation has come already To the city gates His decision's made He's not to dissuade But the Pope is ready to imprecate: \"Don't so steady 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