Mio Cid

Hero and honoured great warrior
 Who serves without treason; 
 He guards both Islam and Christ
 In what he thinks in reason.
 Knight who, elected by God, 
 Is determined to glory, 
 After the moment of death, 
 He could succeed in war.

 [Bridge:]
 His dust, Mio Cid! 
 His must, Mio Cid! 
 His sweat, Mio Cid! 
 His threats, Mio Cid! 
 His steel, Mio Cid! 
 His zeal, Mio Cid! 
 Mio Cid! Mio Cid! 

 [Chorus:]
 Tied to his horse, 
 Cid Campeador, 
 Remains stable
 Pouring his gore, 
 Only this vision
 Spreads fear and fright, 
 Foes indecision
 Gives him the fight.
 After expiring
 Great feat he did, 
 His foes are choiring
 O, Mio Cid! 
 Both armies loudly call
 O, Mio Cid! 
 Mio Cid! 

 [Acoustic lead]

 Cid! Cid! 
 Mio Cid! Mio Cid! 

 As his force was always inner, 
 No matter his dying, 
 Mio Cid's again the winner
 And his troop's outcrying.
 Loud and keen, the clamour
 Runs among the field, 
 This sounds like a hammer
 Battering a shield.

 [Bridge:]
 His dust, Mio Cid! 
 His must, Mio Cid! 
 His sweat, Mio Cid! 
 His threats, Mio Cid! 
 His steel, Mio Cid! 
 His zeal, Mio Cid! 
 Mio Cid! Mio Cid! 

 [Chorus:]
 Tied to his horse, 
 Cid Campeador, 
 Remains stable
 Pouring his gore, 
 Only this vision
 Spreads fear and fright, 
 Foes indecision
 Gives him the fight.
 After expiring
 Great feat he did, 
 His foes are choiring
 O, Mio Cid! 
 Both armies loudly call
 O, Mio Cid! 
 Mio Cid! 

 [Guitar solo: Enrik]

 [Bridge:]
 His dust, Mio Cid! 
 His must, Mio Cid! 
 His sweat, Mio Cid! 
 His threats, Mio Cid! 
 His steel, Mio Cid! 
 His zeal, Mio Cid! 
 Mio Cid! Mio Cid! 

 [Chorus:]
 Tied to his horse, 
 Cid Campeador, 
 Remains stable
 Pouring his gore, 
 Only this vision
 Spreads fear and fright, 
 Foes indecision
 Gives him the fight.
 After expiring
 Great feat he did, 
 His foes are choiring
 O, Mio Cid! 
 Both armies loudly call
 O, Mio Cid! 
 Mio Cid! 

 Cid! Cid! 
 Mio Cid! Mio Cid! 

 En el fragor, 
 El Cid Campeador
 Es como un rayo
 Batallador.
 Su alma es una
 Fuente de luz, 
 Bajo la Luna, 
 O bajo la Cruz.
 Cabalga yerto, 
 Y gana la lid, 
 Despus de muerto, 
 Oh, Mo Cid! 
 Despus de muerto, 
 Oh, Mo Cid!