Paroles de The Ghost Sword

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