El Novio de La Muerte

Nobody in the Tercio knew
Who that legionnaire was
So bold and daring
Who enlisted in the legion

Nobody knew his story
And the legion assumed
That a great pain gnawed at him
Like a wolf, his heart

And if any of them asked him
With pain and rudeness, he would answer

I am a man whom fate
Struck with the claw of a beast
I am the bridegroom of death
Who is going to join
In a strong bond with such a loyal companion

The rougher the fire was
And the fiercer the fight
Defending his flag
The legionnaire advanced

And without fearing the thrust
Of the exalted enemy
He knew how to die like a brave
And rescued the standard

And as he watered the burning earth with his blood
The legionnaire murmured, with a sorrowful voice

I am a man whom fate
Struck with the claw of a beast
I am the bridegroom of death
Who is going to join
In a strong bond with such a loyal companion

When, finally, they picked him up
In his chest they found
A letter and a portrait
Of a divine woman

And that letter said
If one day God calls you
Claim a place for me
I will come to find you soon

And in the last kiss he sent her
His final farewell consecrated

To go by your side to see you
My most loyal companion
I became the bridegroom of death
I embraced her with a strong bond
And her love was my flag