[00:01.26](brooker / reid)[00:01.56]Conquistador your stallion stands[00:04.92]In need of company[00:09.93]And like some angel's haloed brow[00:13.86]You reek of purity[00:16.89]I see your armour-plated breast[00:21.27]Has long since lost its sheen[00:25.29]And in your death mask face[00:28.17]There are no signs which can be seen[00:35.04]And though i hoped for something to find[00:36.81]I could see no maze to unwind[00:39.72]Conquistador a vulture sits[00:47.46]Upon your silver shield[00:51.39]And in your rusty scabbard now[00:55.41]The sand has taken seed[00:58.32]And though your jewel-encrusted blade[01:02.73]Has not been plundered still[01:06.69]The sea has washed across your face[01:11.94]And taken of its fill[01:12.96]And though i hoped for something to find[01:24.48]I could see no maze to unwind[01:25.29]Conquistador there is no time[01:28.68]I must pay my respect[01:32.70]And though i came to jeer at you[01:36.39]I leave now with regret[01:39.48]And as the gloom begins to fall[01:42.96]I see there is no, only all[01:47.49]And though you came with sword held high[01:50.67]You did not conquer, only die[02:06.48]And though i hoped for something to find[02:07.32]I could see no maze to unwind