Conquistador - Saxon

Distant lands are calling you

From far across the sea

Waiting for the stories to be told

The winds of change are blowing down

Across the Spanish main

They carry you towards the land of gold

Conquistador

I see you leaving

Far away you have to go

To distant shores

They are calling

Crying out across the sea

Your stallions ride across the land

Your conquest has begun

You’re searching for the kingdom of the sun

A mighty empire found you there

The like you’d never seen

The palace lay before you like a dream

Conquistador

I see you leaving

Far away you have to go

To distant shores

They are calling

Crying out across the sea

The dynasty of Inca gods

No longer rules the land

The sun has set upon the golden king

In galleons anchored off the shore

Their spirits will remain

Your destiny conquistadors of Spain

Conquistador

I see you leaving

Far away you have to go

To distant shores

They are calling

Crying out across the sea