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The moment came now |
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His brother died |
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And he became his people's guide |
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Though was suspicions |
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Of fratricide |
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Behind him they ride |
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They all know the legend |
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Who bears the ghost sword |
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Brings the world an age end |
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And must be it's lord |
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Thinks his feats the legend |
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In fire will record |
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Like a wild blasphemer |
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Out of all control |
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A little of a dreamer |
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A little a free soul |
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It's Rome his first goal |
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And then, a stranger |
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Came to the horde |
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Unafraid of sure danger |
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Gave the ghost sword |
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To the most adored |
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Recitation |
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He has come already |
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To the city gates |
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His decision's made |
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He's not to dissuade |
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But the Pope is ready |
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There to imprecate: |
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"Don't be so steady and capitulate!" |
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He how speaks of crudeness |
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Love and Jesus' sake |
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And he feels that goodness |
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Inside his awakes |
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To take what you wouldn't is |
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Always a mistake |