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