La Cruz de Santiago

He wasn't the most honest man but he
Was a brave and loyal man
Nor did piety shelter in him

He lived poorly, renting for three maravedís
His sword and vizcaína in
Adjustments of little luster and worse end

Times were tough and one had to earn a living
Ruled by trickery, the sword, and the vow to such

The steel shines in his hand
His face pearls with sweat
Where the sea has no owner he will go
He will go to seek

Behind him, a shadow and on foot
He followed without missing
He seemed to learn no detail

His gaze reflected calm and peace
His deep and familiar voice
Related legends of antiquity

Something mysterious enveloped him, he never slept
They say he fed on popular tales

The cross of Santiago shines
On his chest by the Sun
His face never revealed
His name concealed

On the roof of time
In the attic of dreams a voice drowns
Don't believe everything you see
Just listen to your intuition

And if you harbor doubt
You will never, never find solace within
Roll the dice well
Because the game of the road has begun

Sharpen your wit
Use divination, use the tarot
Read in the soul of the forest
And guess where death hid

The steel shines in his hand
His face pearls with sweat
Where the sea has no owner he will go

The cross of Santiago shines
On his chest by the Sun
His face never revealed

The steel shines in his hand
His face pearls with sweat
Where the sea has no owner he will go

The cross of Santiago shines
On his chest by the Sun
His face never revealed

The steel shines in his hand
His face pearls with sweat
Where the sea has no owner he will go

The cross of Santiago shines
On his chest by the Sun
His face never revealed

The steel shines in his hand
His face pearls with sweat
Where the sea has no owner he will go

The cross of Santiago shines
On his chest by the Sun
His face never revealed

The steel shines in his hand
His face pearls with sweat
Where the sea has no owner he will go