Conquistador
(Indisponível)
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 Its Sheen
And in Your Death-masked Face
There Are no Signs Which Can Be Seen
And Though I Hope For Something to Find
I Can See no Place 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 Hope For Something to Find
I Can See no Place 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 Hope For Something to Find
I Can See no Place to Unwind
Though I Hope For, Something to Find
I Can See no Place to Unwind
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