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Crosses on the chests, blood in the sand Hoofs shake the ground, mighty swords in the air We will reclaim our holy land This war for salvation is our ultimate prayer All Christians of Europe from beggar to king Bravely march to the East in the name of the Lord We will be forgiven of our deadly sins When exterminate all the barbarian hordes Ave Maria ! Deus Vult ! Dominum nostrum! Ave Maria ! Deus Vult ! Deus Vult ! Vult ! Christ full of love died on The Hill Our love for him crushes the Saracen’s skulls Promise to God we will fulfill To clear holy church from the infidel cult For where we march in the name of the Lord, There God feeds our faith and hardens the blades The greatness of soul is more precious than gold We pray and accept his mysterious way Ave Maria ! Deus Vult ! Dominum nostrum! Ave Maria ! Deus Vult ! Deus Vult ! Vult ! Brothers, you feel
