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