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 its 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 its 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
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
Though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind, yeah, yeah
And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind