Napoleon

Son of Corsica, born apart The glory of France seared on my heart Though my 51 years seem short to you My time was not mine, and there's nothing we can do Tuscan nobility thrust from my home Made my own legacy, built my own throne Freedom financial, fearsome fighters Lighting the flame of my empire Victory, dominion 'til Waterloo The Old Guard defeated, there's nothing we can do There's nothing There's nothing Brought peace to the masses, no sovereignty My will made their fortune, my code bound them to me Exile and infamy were what I was due My kingdom, an island, there's nothing we can do My return to power was very short-lived The captors called, but my wife never did A glorious home-coming but a cut-short coup Defeated, I retreated, there's nothing we can do Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh There's nothing There's nothing There's nothing There's nothing I died on St. Helena, forsaken by friends Let history judge my worth in the end From an unmarked grave to a glorious tomb My story has ended, there's nothing we can do