CONQUISTADOR PROCOL HARUM 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 mask face There are no signs which can be seen And though I hoped for something to find I could see no place to unwind Conquistador a vulture sits, upon your silver sheath 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 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 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 place to unwind And though I hoped for something to find I could see no place to unwind