All his life he stood alone,
But what he could do when his life has gone
What he could do when his life got wasted,
What he could do when his god was blind.
And maybe he saw some spiritual life,
But what he could do when his god got blinded.
Santa Maria y de la veccia seniora
He keeps on his way,
In name of love,remained in vains
In name of truth-his broken sword
In name of stars,Unnamed ghost.
All ways that lays to Rome,
All lies-Jerusalem
All hail you monk,
Long live the Queen.
You faced your death,my Paladin.