Children’s Crusade Songtext / Lyric

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.