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
Compositores: Gary Brooker (Procol Harum) (PRS), Keith Reid (PRS)Editor: Essex Music International Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2009 (12/Mai) e lançado em 2003 (10/Set)ECAD verificado obra #1260455 e fonograma #1522607 em 03/Abr/2024