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