Conquistador of no arms

Handing over your glorious sword
to the Queen of Nations,
arise, Sir Conquistador of no arms.

Knight of converging roads,
bearer of Ecce Homo,
guard of Ego Sum Qui Sum.

Adored, hated, misunderstood,
worshipper of star-scattered skies —
so shall your offspring be.

Trespasser in nomine Domini,
your journey does not end
until every border is crossed.

Then peace will come
by the Cross of the Unknown Fallen,
under the first resurrection star.