Santiago Matamoros
1 min readJul 26, 2017
See the ancient saint astride his steed!
His robe is red as blood, his cape is white!
His silver sword shall make the Muslims bleed!
The sight of the Cross puts their fleet to flight!
The pilgrim leads the charge against the foe,
Curbing the enemy at every turn!
They who do not repent must die in woe,
For those who fight His Peace must always burn.
Santiago Matamoros, pray
That we who look to thee may not retreat!
You slay the Moors, if they decide to stay
Beneath the horses’ hooves and marching feet!
The soldiers of the Lord fly Saint James’ flag
To chase away the famine, war, and plague!