Napoleon Bona - Part One

There's a light, covers up my doorway Flickering light, never run away And I might, I might be going your way Say who might, might help me on my way Mmm, what a sight, sight to burn the ego Keep you warm and never let go And the light coming my way, Compared to what others have seen Napoleon the strong he once had it As a sound that was loud in his dream And I stand, locked before the four ways Wind and snow, heaven and I I belong wherever men like that stay I can feel it burning in my eyes And the light coming my way Compared to what others have seen Napoleon the strong he once had it As a sound that was loud in his dream