One hundred days

Forced upon fall of Paris
To live away, abroad, discraced
Caesar of new time
Every mortal too lame to tame
Him who's born to rule

One hundred days
Of glory and power
One hundred days
Of bloodshed and chaos
One hundred days
Of rebels and holiness

Finally, in the fields of Belgia
They face foe of the past
There stands a man
Too kind for war
Hannibal of England

One hundred days
Of hope and claim
One hundred days
Of tyranny and craziness
One hundred days
Are now over
Over
Over
Over...