The moment came His brother died And he became his people's guide Though was suspicions Of fratricide 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 feats the In fire 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 stranger Came to the horde Unafraid of sure danger 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 ready There 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