Sangue latino

I swore lies and I continue alone
I assume the sins
The northern winds do not move mills

And what is left to me is just a moan
My life, my dead, my crooked paths
My Latin blood
My captive soul

I broke treaties, betrayed the rites
I broke the lance, threw into space
A scream, a outburst

And what matters to me is not to be defeated
My life, my dead, my crooked paths
My Latin blood
My captive soul