Conquistador-Procol Harum

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [by:时间戳工具V2.0_20200810] [offset:0] [01:11.04]Brooker reid [01:11.49]Conquistador your stallion stands [01:15.30]In need of company [01:18.99]And like some angels haloed brow [01:22.56]You reek of purity [01:25.38]I see your armour plated breast [01:29.61]Has long since lost its sheen [01:33.18]And in your death mask face [01:36.06]There are no signs which can be seen [01:40.29]And though I hoped for something to find [01:43.77]I could see no maze to unwind [01:50.01]Conquistador a vulture sits [01:53.61]Upon your silver shield [01:57.51]And in your rusty scabbard now [02:01.02]The sand has taken seed [02:03.87]And though your jewel encrusted blade [02:07.89]Has not been plundered still [02:11.64]The sea has washed across your face [02:14.52]And taken of its fill [02:18.42]And though I hoped for something to find [02:21.93]I could see no maze to unwind [03:25.32]Conquistador there is no time [03:28.80]I must pay my respect [03:30.63]And though I came to jeer at you [03:36.06]I leave now with regret [03:37.86]And as the gloom begins to fall [03:41.91]I see there is no only all [03:45.90]And though you came with sword held high [03:49.26]You did not conquer only die [03:58.65]And though I hoped for something to find [04:37.59]I could see no maze to unwind