War Wolfe X - Under the Corsican Sun Lyrics

Under the Corsican sun
The student was born
The Soldier was born he combines the two brewing up storms
Under the Corsican sun
The Generale
The Emperor he was born
A touch of destiny would echo when he steps
In his heart is Corsica and it will never rest
His family resists the French give their best
But they would come to terms for more maybe less

But its a blessing in disguise for the son
Napoleon would learn French never done
Shipped away abroad College D' Autun
Educated like nobility including in arms
A passion to read and consume many words
Would sharpen his perspective keep his mind like a sword
No care for prejudice the others carried like a weight
Weighing them down Napoleon would lead the way

Destiny is calling make way
From Under The Corsican sun where it shapes
Nations will rise and fall they will shake
Under the Corsican son they will break
Destiny is calling far away
From Under the Corsican Sun
He'll advance
Destiny is calling far away
From Under the Corsican Sun
To France

Under the Corsican Sun
He would cast a long shadow
He would learn how to think
How to lead men to battle
Romantic how he saw himself but when he speaks
His French is flavored by his Corsican roots
Always an outsider inside his mind
And he would go to great lengths to be of use
An aptitude for strategy a military mind
Would not soon forget Corsica all this time

Explosive
Artillery would see his star rise
Catching the eye of the ones up above
Fire in his eyes
Fire in his belly so much exuberance
To get things done he will see jubilance
When he leads his men soon to victory
From Corsica to France and soon Italy
But back home the struggle continues against France
In a tough position but in time he will take a chance

Destiny is calling make way
From Under The Corsican sun where it shapes
Nations will rise and fall they will shake
Under the Corsican son they will break
Destiny is calling far away
From Under the Corsican Sun
He'll advance
Destiny is calling far away
From Under the Corsican Sun
To France

Destiny is calling make way
From Under The Corsican sun where it shapes
Nations will rise and fall they will shake
Under the Corsican son they will break
Destiny is calling far away
From Under the Corsican Sun
He'll advance
Destiny is calling far away
From Under the Corsican Sun
To France

To France