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The Ghost Sword
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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
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The Ghost Sword
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| DARK MOOR |
