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We were on sacred mission |
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Together we were wandering for god |
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Like pilgrims we are marching to heaven |
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And come home as conquerors |
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I was born in a village as a peasant's son |
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Nine Years on the fields for a poor life |
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Then the prophet called to free the holy land |
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So I left home for a peaceful crusade |
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Thousands of children were marching to Jerusalem |
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We were on a sacred mission |
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Together we were wandering for god |
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Like pilgrims we are marching to heaven |
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And come home as conquerors |
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With the vision of the prophet on our side |
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Our journey was hard and dangerous |
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Many died before we arrived in Italia |
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Where we awaited the prophets wonder |
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The wonder stayed away and we stood in front of the sea |
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We died by coldness, disease and hunger |
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For a vision of a nine year olf child |
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The rest of us, who tried to sail to the sacred land |
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Was sold as slaves to the huts of the enemy |
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The crusade ended before it really began |
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After eighteen years I came back home from slavery |
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Wounded and starved as a result of hard work |
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Tortured by my masters I began to realize |
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We were wandering through the open hell |
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Damned for all times |
