There were days of must-be-able Thoughts of better grace In time, one was born The sure and makefire to believe Accosting no-one but a graph In deals to this group- Fit for the better of Rome Let’s let this peace renew our vow Accomplice to the extra For great esteem and the love of night Fortune mend rebate Our evidence is clear- Tears for six people of the cloth- who must be laughing at Vladimir Patience is code and known as our lot The sympathy of this great leader,- and mercy to be known that In even-time,- we will solidify our view And just as the day end,- in our path,- Europe awaits,- and as we are,- the next view.