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