My name you may or may not know
is Juan Rodriguez Bermeo
I am a simple man of christ
believer in the afterlife

our whereabouts I cannot guess
this ocean she´s a wilderness
our ship becomes a prison cell
we sail for good queen Isabella

destination still unknown
I feel the seeds of doubt being sown
I hear the voices in myself
colombo may he rot in hell

We´re men of God , men of Spain
with bible sword and musket came
men of war , men of lies
curse the man who made me
Christoforo´s eyes

our Captain he´s a heretic
we have no choice but seize the ship
so help me Lord if I should die
to see through Christoforo´s eyes

as you´re my witness here tonight
he may not make it home alive
he may not see the rising sun
I smell his blood on every man

We´re men of God , men of Spain
with bible sword and musket came
men of war , men of lies
curse the man who made me
Christoforo´s eyes

the light does it deceive me now
there´s land out of the starboard bow
sound the bell Colombo cried
all hail to Christoforo´s eyes

to every sailor in this fleet
we have performed a noble feat
but Christoforo , it is he
who will go down in history

We´re men of God , men of Spain
with bible sword and musket came
men of war , men of lies
curse the man who made me
Christoforo´s eyes

My name you may or may not know
is Juan Rodriguez Bermeo
I sail beneath the flag of Spain
to serve and go where no man´s been