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...