[00:00.92]Brookerreid
[00:01.07]Conquistador your stallion stands
[00:06.19]In need of company
[00:09.75]And like some angel's haloed brow
[00:14.30]You reek of purity
[00:17.30]I see your armour-plated breast
[00:21.81]Has long since lost its sheen
[00:25.55]And in your death mask face
[00:28.76]There are no signs which can be seen
[00:32.54]And though I hoped for something to find
[00:37.34]I could see no maze to unwind
[00:44.67]Conquistador a vulture sits
[00:46.93]Upon your silver shield
[00:51.37]And in your rusty scabbard now
[00:55.04]The sand has taken seed
[00:58.76]And though your jewel-encrusted blade
[01:03.16]Has not been plundered still
[01:06.76]The sea has washed across your face
[01:15.47]And taken of its fill
[01:21.10]And though I hoped for something to find
[01:33.44]I could see no maze to unwind
[01:47.04]Conquistador there is no time
[01:58.10]I must pay my respect
[02:03.21]And though I came to jeer at you
[02:09.31]I leave now with regret
[02:21.03]And as the gloom begins to fall
[02:25.48]I see there is no only all
[02:32.48]And though you came with sword held high
[02:36.14]You did not conquer only die
[02:39.76]And though I hoped for something to find
[02:42.81]I could see no maze to unwind