Spurred on by hope of conquest

Lusting for spice and gold

Into the churning seas

In the frail bark of tiny boats



Embedded in the soil of every continent

The bones of our ancestors lie

Testifying to a higher mandate

Sent down to warring soldiers



In the shadows of our banners

The indigenous bow to their masters

O' mighty winds caress our sails

And take this wrath away



Men of awesome might

Blue blood bred of steel

On cloven hoofs they ride

In the banners of Castile

In the sign of the martyr's cross

We torch the tropic fields

To the windswept shores of gold

With the banners of Castile



For blood and gold,

The banners of Castile are raised...