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.