Procol Harum - Conquistador (Live at Leicester University, 1975)

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 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 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 Though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind, yeah, yeah And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind