* guitar plays higher line on 2nd repeat of each verse Conquistador your stallion stands in need of company Verse 2: Conquistador a vulture sits, upon your silver sheath 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 Verse 3: 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 beg (chordiearchive.chordie.com)