Conquistador

CON QUI STA DOR

YOUR STAL LION STANDS

IN NEED OF COM PA NY

AND LIKE SOME AN GEL'S

HA LOED BROW

YOU REEK OF PU RI TY

I SEE YOUR

AR MOR- PLA TED BREAST

HAS LONG SINCE

LOST ITS SHEEN

AND IN YOUR

DEATH MASK FACE

THERE ARE NO SIGNS

WHICH CAN BE SEEN

AND THOUGH I HOPE FOR

SOMETHING TO FIND

I CAN SEE NO

MAZE TO UN WIND

CON QUI STA DOR

A VUL TURE SITS

U PON YOUR

SIL VER SHIELD

AND IN YOUR

RUS TY SCAB BARD NOW

THE SAND HAS

TA KEN SEED

AND THOUGH YOUR

JEWEL- EN CRUS TED

BLADE

HAS NOT BEEN

PLUN DERED STILL

THE SEA HAS

WASHED A CROSS

YOUR FACE

AND TA KEN OF ITS FILL

AND THOUGH I HOPE FOR

SOME THING TO FIND

I CAN SEE NO

MAZE TO UN WIND

AND THOUGH I HOPE FOR

SOME THING TO FIND

I CAN SEE NO

MAZE TO UN WIND

CON QUI STA DOR

THERE IS NO TIME

I MUST PAY MY RE SPECTS

AND THOUGH I CAME

TO JEER AT YOU

I LEAVE NOW

WITH RE GRETS

AND AS THE GLOOM

BE GINS TO FALL

I SEE THERE IS NO

ON LY ALL

AND THOUGH YOU CAME

WITH SWORD HELD HIGH

YOU DID NOT CON QUER

ON LY DIE

AND THOUGH I HOPE FOR

SOME THING TO FIND

I CAN SEE NO

MAZE TO UN WIND

AND THOUGH I HOPE FOR

SOME THING TO FIND

I CAN SEE NO

MAZE TO UN WIND

AND THOUGH I HOPE FOR

SOME THING TO FIND

I CAN SEE NO

MAZE TO UN WIND