| The saint army run trought the sea
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| To stop the advance of the Turkish fleet
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| The only hope is victory
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| The Pope launches his blessing on
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| All of the people, fight for God!
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| The wind is now on our side
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| Kneeling down I prayed God
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| Together with all my men
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| To grant us the victory in this day
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| Blood and tears
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| The silence now is near
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| Around the battlefield
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| There are hundreds of ships
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| Dark and cold
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| The line before of the storm
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| Beyond it there is the fall
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| We have not to cross
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| The Lion’s ships open the dance
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| Shooting with cannons destroy the head
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| The battle of the Lepanto begins
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| Turks displaced by Christian power
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| Looking for the flagship to end the match
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| But venice masters make the wall
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| Don John calls loud the charge
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| Doria comes back face to face
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| The Lightning is ready to hit with its last shot
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| Strong and fast this is a sea of death
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| The horn sounds the last assault
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| It strikes with angry like a storm
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| Waterfall of steel and lead to close
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| The way of safety we are so close to win |