歌词
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[Verse]
On the way to the holy Land we go,
To the land where the fruits of heaven grow.
The path is long and narrow, but our leader will show the way.
Sitting on his donkey night and day.
[Chorus]
The people's crusade it's a sight to behold.
In the people's crusade we're marching young and old.
In the people's crusade marches the humble and bold.
The people's crusade, just as god foretold.
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[Verse]
On the way we go through our many trials
Who knows in which corners evil lies.
We're headed to the city of Constantine
Walking through the Hungarian plains so green.
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At some point people where looking around,
And it seemed some disagreements were found,
Then there were premature quarrels abound.
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[Chorus]
The people's crusade it's a sight to behold.
In the people's crusade we're marching young and old.
In the people's crusade marches the humble and bold.
The people's crusade, just as god foretold.
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[Verse]
Away from those horrid distractions we go.
People got carried away and acted in a manner quite low.
But now we are arriving at the city gate.
We will join with the princes I sure hope we're not late
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The eastern Emperor is telling us to wait.
Says the princes aren't yet present at this date.
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Our leader says to him that we demand to proceed.
He's a zealous man and that is how he'll lead.
He would promptly return to his mighty steed.
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Emperor Alexius then let's us pass.
Though he warns is than some wily step nomads might us harass.
Our leader tells us he doesn't care where they lurk.
He's much too brave to be scared by a turk.
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Over the Anatolian flatlands we advance.
Armed with knives and pitchforks though lacking in horse and lance.
A battle would be a frightening dance.
But pious are we and we will take this chance.
If met with hardship our zeal will only enhance.
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On the road it's clear our supplies run low.
We could only bring so much food and drink in tow
With our thirst increasing we spot something from across the sands.
Some rough looking horsemen riding in bands.
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We were readying for battle in these foreign lands.
Holding our weapons tight with shaking hands.
We failed to advance in organized rows,
And arrows were hailing from their composite-bows.
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On the battle field our fear would only grow.
And one of these horsemen noticed my morale was low.
He was aiming at me with his trusty arrow-shooting-bow,
From an extra long distance clearly just for show.
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Luckily I was not hit though the arrow came near.
And then I discovered to my great despair.
We were encircled from all around,
If you listened for orders screams of death was the sound.
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[Break]
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[Verse]
Oh thankfully there was still some hope to keep.
I would not have to stay there to be slaughtered like sheep.
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A small escape not far away.
If I could get there I'd live another day.
I sprang to my feet and got ready to flee.
Our brave leader Peter leading the way I could see.
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[Outro]
Running from the arrows with all my might,
Fleeing to that gap in hurry and fright.
I eventually got away from the battle alright.
Slowly losing the Turks from sight.
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