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 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 
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