Mist in the shadowland.
The yearning and repose.
It’s easy to be mad
On quiet darkest shores.
There’s a wish to come to life.
Back to the human race.
An air ship flying high
To that macabre space.
Napoleon gets on a board,
Dressed in his standard coat.
He’s one of all this tyrants’ horde
Can come to our world.
The throne is left behind
In distant native France.
But now his empty sight
Turned into fire glance.
A strange dream in the midnight…
Weirdest dream in the midnight…
He walks across the earth.
Don’t even feel this place.
And calls upon the army force,
His old associates.
He simply has to change
The foul course of fate.
The loser wants revenge,
And he will lead the dead.
A strange dream in the full moon…
Weirdest dream in the full moon…
The sky began to roar
Above the field of doom.
Napoleon as before
Inhales the deadly fume.
He was challenging the Planet.
It was glorious point.
Pain and grief when he was out
Like the knife to throat.
Attention, Guard! The Sky on our side!
We are the might here and tonight.
Go to the fight! The Sky on our side!
We are the might here and tonight.
There is no longer time.
The great revenge is near.
But moon-face does not shine,
Then slowly disappear.
Noises of the battle die down.
Shadows army went.
Like a flash to heaven-bound
The voice loudly said:
Attention, Guard! The Sky on our side!
We are the might here and tonight.
Go to the fight! The Sky on our side!
We are the might here and tonight.
He looks and he sighs on his own.
Toward the East where the sun rise.
And painful and bitter tears flowing
Onto the cold sand from the eyes.
He lowered his head with blank stare.
And get on his magical ship.
He's waving his hand in the air.
Then go back on the return trip.
A strange dream in the full moon…
Weirdest dream in the full moon…