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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
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