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 sheґs 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
Weґre men of God , men of Spain
with bible sword and musket came
men of war , men of lies
curse the man who made me
Christoforoґs eyes
our Captain heґs a heretic
we have no choice but seize the ship
so help me Lord if I should die
to see through Christoforoґs eyes
as youґre 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
Weґre men of God , men of Spain
with bible sword and musket came
men of war , men of lies
curse the man who made me
Christoforoґs eyes
the light does it deceive me now
thereґs land out of the starboard bow
sound the bell Colombo cried
all hail to Christoforoґs eyes
to every sailor in this fleet
we have performed a noble feat
but Christoforo , it is he
who will go down in history
Weґre men of God , men of Spain
with bible sword and musket came
men of war , men of lies
curse the man who made me
Christoforoґs 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 manґs been