Nikolo Kotzev - EagleLyrics

Before the war comes The wall will fall The Great one to death To sudden and lamented Born imperfect The greater part The guards will swim in blood Down by the river bed The King will lose his head Out of the bloodied soil of France Will grow a most flamboyant tree From a different branch grafted At the throne of liberty In fully bloom with it's banner And manners Across the river of Rhine The code of one with a heart of stone See how his standards shine One of three sisters of fate Will cost his empire dearly He was found less prince than a butcher Even among his friends The eagle, who's power will rise Is a devil in disguise A mean killing machine Lost in a Caesar's dream Power, be his passion Till death do them apart Showing no compassion The new Chalemagne (No compassion, he's got a troubled heart) He'll be running a race against humanity But the World must set a frame to his insanity "The Eagle drifting in her cloud of flags By other birds of pray Soon to be chased away And from the land so waste Through winter cold shall be a drag The scorched earth policy Will fail his luck, you see" Pay Nay Loron, more of fire than the blood To be grilled on a barbecue An iron duke from across the sea His crown to spear at Waterloo The golden bee will not sting With no scepter left to swing His first violin will lose Another fiddlers string Power, be his passion Till death do them apart Given no compassion The new Chalemagne (No compassion, he's got a troubled heart) He's larger than life he has a taste for infinity But the World must set a frame to his insanity He is a chess master, who's opponent happens To be the rest of humanity A man like me has little regard For the death of a million men Shall I be blamed for my ambition? I felt in his soul cold steel I felt in his mind a deep irony A man ought to fulfill his destinies This is my grand doctrine So, let mine also be accomplished Power, he loves the feeling No emotion of heart could ever reach His frozen soul Power, be his passion Till death do them apart Given no compassion And his name is Bonaparte His name is Bonaparte