Opposing our pikes to their horses
Attacking pikemen with our arquebuses
With our souls united for the same faith
Let the blood flow protecting our Kingdom
The cross from Borgogna, flying in the wind
Sons of Santiago, our tercios are great
Pikemen squadron, protecting the wings,
The only free man is those without fear.
Fight for your siblings, die for your kingdom
Live for the peace on this huge empire.
We won't be defeated, if we're captured.
We will only capitulate when we're dead.
The coat of mail, leather vest,
breastplate and backplate will protect me best.
Rise up your pikes, singing to the sky
I will never be afraid if the tercio is in formation.