| Somewhere in the silence of the sacred mountain vault
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| A cradle of megatithic rocks
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| Was giving protection and fortune
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| To the warriors whose name was Samnites
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| Every man was keeping her blessing in the heart
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| The goddess that no word will spoke
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| She’s the silent watcher
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| The one who brings victory
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| Divine and pure, shine into the darkness, she is
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| A floating sanctuary was built in the middle of a lake
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| To celebrate her glory on this Earth
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| Through rites made of iron and bleedings
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| A redemption to be found in death
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| Sacrifice
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| Divine and pure
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| Eternal light and never to be dimmed
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| In the wheatfields, the harvest, the rain
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| In nature she lives
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| O tacita madre invocata dai sabini:
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| Odi il richiamo che si eleva dalle rive del remoto specchio d’acqua a te sacro
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| Volgi l’austero sguardo oltre le messl sii guida per i nostri occhi ciechi
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| Hail the goddess Vacuna, through the ages she rules
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| May all the ice-cold streams of Cutiliae wash the sins away
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| She was, she is and she will be forevermore
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| And the valleys shall echo her name
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| Still the mortals shall sing her fame
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| Ed i primogeniti vagheranno nella primavera sacra
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| Il lupo. |
| il picchio. |
| il toro mostreranno loro il cammino
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| E li condurranno da questo santuario sino alla terra che ella ha promesso |