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