[00:01.35](brooker / reid)[00:01.65]Conquistador your stallion stands[00:05.10]In need of company[00:10.20]And like some angel's haloed brow[00:14.28]You reek of purity[00:17.31]I see your armour-plated breast[00:21.72]Has long since lost its sheen[00:25.83]And in your death mask face[00:28.80]There are no signs which can be seen[00:35.64]And though i hoped for something to find[00:37.05]I could see no maze to unwind[00:37.62]Conquistador a vulture sits[00:48.57]Upon your silver shield[00:52.50]And in your rusty scabbard now[00:56.55]The sand has taken seed[00:59.55]And though your jewel-encrusted blade[01:04.02]Has not been plundered still[01:08.10]The sea has washed across your face[01:18.99]And taken of its fill[01:19.47]And though i hoped for something to find[01:26.25]I could see no maze to unwind[01:27.12]Conquistador there is no time[01:30.54]I must pay my respect[01:34.68]And though i came to jeer at you[01:38.46]I leave now with regret[01:41.61]And as the gloom begins to fall[01:45.15]I see there is no, only all[01:46.80]And though you came with sword held high[01:53.01]You did not conquer, only die[02:09.30]And though i hoped for something to find[02:10.05]I could see no maze to unwind