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Conquistador your stallion stands in need of companyAnd like some angel's haloed browYou reek of purityI see your armor plated breastHas long since lost its sheenAnd in your death mask faceThere are no signs which can be seenAnd though I hoped for something to findI could see no maze to unwindConquistador a vulture sits, upon your silver sheathAnd in your rusty scabbard now, the sand has taken seedAnd though your jewel-encrusted bladeHas not been plundered stillThe sea has washed across your faceAnd taken of its fillAnd though I hoped for something to findI could see no maze to unwindConquistador there is no time, I must pay my respectAnd though I came to jeer at youI leave now with regretAnd as the gloom begins to fallI see there is no, only allThough you came with sword held highYou did not conquer, only dieAnd though I hoped for something to findI could see no maze to unwindAnd though I hoped for something to findI could see no maze to unwind From Letras Mania