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