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Kings and poor, princes and common people, Chapter
He answered the call and left the garden and the horses, Chapter
With strong heart and sword, Chapter
He said it was by faith.
From the cold and fertile houses of the north,
To the hot, dusty deserts of the south,
The journey was long, dangerous and cruel,
but the heat in his chest could not be quenched with water.
The starry night, the top of the golden pile,
The whisper of the wind, the secret of the treasure,
The treasure of faith, life, glory,
The sacred world rooted in memory.
On the battlefield, swords are raised,
Furious conflict, dance of bodies,
The earth is stained with blood and tears,
Battle cry, the power of pain Chapter
The walls of Jerusalem, long and distant, Chapter
Shining like stones in the sky, Chapter
The Promised City, its history is long, Chapter
The place of battle and victory.
Brave warrior, with a cross on his chest,
Full of inspiration, without the right to get angry,
Faith is like a flag, glory in the eyes,
Touching the heart, the sound of the piano.
Thus, between war, conflict and agreement,
The cross weaves a complex story,
of honor and fear, faith and betrayal,
an image of history, written in music.
They are finally back, with the future they wanted,
And the blow to body and soul,
of the epic Odyssey, a constant struggle,
a witness to history, infinite, powerful.
The war is over and we will still cry,
On the page, in the white memory,
The song of time, the song of warriors, the song of kings,
A single song, the glorious law.