Conquistador

Conquistador your stallion stands In need of company And like some angel's haloed brow You reek of purity I see your armor-plated breast Has long since lost it's sheen And in your death-mask face There are no signs which can be seen 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 Sea has washed across your face And taken of its fill Though I hoped for Something to find I could see no Maze to unwind And though I hoped for Something to find I could see no Maze to unwind (...) Conquistador there is no time I must pay my respects And though I came to jeer at you I leave now with regrets 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 Though I hoped for Something to find I could see no Maze to unwind And though I hoped for Something to find I could see no Maze to unwind (...) And though I hoped for Something to find I could see no Maze to unwind