Conquistador

Tom: C

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 
 
/ Am D7 G G7 / / A Dm / G Am / A Dm / G Am /