The moment came now

His brother died

And he became his people's guide

Though was suspicions

Of 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 feats the legend

In fire will record



Like a wild blasphemer

Out of all control

A little 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

Gave the ghost sword

To 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 to imprecate:

"Don't be so steady and capitulate!"



He how speaks of crudeness

Love and Jesus' sake

And he feels that goodness

Inside his awakes

To take what you wouldn't is

Always a mistake