| 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 |