Procol Harum - Conquistador (Live, BBC Radio 1 In Concert, Golders Green Hippodrome, 12 March 1977)

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 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 Sea has washed across your face and taken off its fill Though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Conquistador, there is no time, I must pay my respects And though I came to jeer at you, I leave now with regrets 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 Though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze... And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Good night