Otzuni (The Black City In Apulia)

It was called the White City And stood on ‘La MurgiaA fortress controlled the plain That separated her from the sea Olive trees and wines on its slopes Were life for its people For a thousand years But the last attack was near The fleet of the Saracens Set out toward those shores With six thousands warriors Ready to burn and kill 'em all At noon the ships could sea the coast And the peasants were called to arms But the legion of the Saracens Had no rivals The Arabian warriors Saw the city and white walls And gradually approaching They burned trulli and trees The battle in the castle Would last a few hours Otzuni would have Capitulated. At the end of the day They reached the gates of the city Bloodthirsty and hungry for victory Ready for the decisive attack The trees reduced to ashes Rise again, like fiery ghosts And exalting the sky and the wind Began the rain dance to protect the walls The clouds spitting black water And the sky darkened painting the walls Demons came out from hell To defend the red lands and the community Darkness covered everything In the night of St.Oronzo The silent screams were swallowed And the black rain consumed their skin The bloodbath of six thousand Saracens in Apulia The White City Otzuni That became the Black City