he sat in a room in a square the color of blood
he'd rule the whole world if there was a way that he could
he'd sit and he'd stare at the minarets on top of the towers
for he was the beast as he hatched his new plans to gain power
(Chorus)
as the snow fell covering the dreams and ideals
and the snow fell freezing the blood in the wheels
and the snow fell, they had to keep warm for survival
and the snow fell and it defeated the beast's only rivals
They took the old roads that Napoleon had taken before.