Rest On Your Arms Reversed :: Untitled XII (исполнитель: The Moon Lay Hidden Beneath A Cloud)
[bad word] here my little children, you boys and girls! I have something great for you to do. On this sunny springday of 1212 There's a cross for each of you. Capture the Holy Sepulchre far in [bad word] As the mighty knights failed to do. 'We are the chosen, The mighty, The pure, We will build the new [bad word] ' You will cross the mountains, head down to the sea, The losses of lives won't bother you. Disappointment in Genova for seventhousand, The miracle predicted [bad word] [bad word] Your God won't allow you to cross the sea, And even the Lombards won't do. 'We are the chosen, The mighty, The pure, We will build the new [bad word] ' You'll recross the Alps despite cold November, Exhausted, disappointed and [bad word] If you reach home, get to your former followers, Now they will be mocking at you! Seven ships will leave the port of Marselle, There's hope for the steadfast and [bad word] 'We are the chosen, The mighty, The pure, We will build the new [bad word] ' Two will be wrecked on the shores of Sardinia Hey, what a game of bugaboo! The rest will be valueable slaves to Africa, It's goin' to be a mad ballyhoo! [bad word] my little children, now guess my name, Divide my tripple number swiftly, too! 'We are the chosen, The mighty, The pure, We will build the new [bad word] '