The Ghost Sword Lyrics - Dark Moor

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