Conquistador your stallion stands 

In need of company 

And like some angel's haloed brow 

You reek of purity 

I see your armour-plated breast 

Has long since lost it's sheen 

And in your death mask face 

There are no signs which can be seen 



And though I hoped for something to find 

I could see no maze to unwind



Conquistador a vulture sits 

Upon your silver shield 

And in your rusty scabbard now 

The sand has taken seed 

And though your jewel-encrusted blade 

Has not been plundered still 

The sea has washed across your face 

And taken of it's fill 



And though I hoped for something to find 

I could see no maze to unwind



Conquistador there is no time 

I must pay my respect 

And though I came to jeer at you 

I leave now with regret 

And as the gloom begins to fall 

I see there is no, only all 

And though you came with sword held high 

You did not conquer, only die 



And though I hoped for something to find 

I could see no maze to unwind