The moment came now His brother And he became his people's guide Though was suspicions Of fratricide Behind him they ride
They all the 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 Out 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 He's not to dissuade But the Pope is ready There to imprecate: \"Don't be so steady and capitulate!\"
He how speaks of crudeness and Jesus' sake And he that goodness Inside his awakes To take what you wouldn't is Always a mistake