The Banners Of Castile (Arghoslent)

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...