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