it was a true blue 1492
we sailed away, de costa Spain
you know the queen, she kept me on a leash
she wanted a return on her lease

there were two, of three, caravels indeed
but nao for me, the Sata Maria
we sought a new route to Asia bearing fruit
and thought we sowed the eastern seed for wanton western reap

crash landing nowhere near our destination
subjugation, ahoy!
found no routes but dug our own ones
like pirates, we loot to suit her majesty

so we enslaved, butchered and raped them
we took their ways and we erased them
it was a wreck and ruin job, we made out like theives of gold
I am a criminal/murderer. My name is Christopher