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From Procol Harum's first album released 1967. Conquistador your stallion stands In need of company And like some angels haloed brow You reek of purity I see your armour-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 maze to unwind Conquistador a vulture sits Upon your silver shield 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 maze 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 And 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 maze to unwind.
