Saxon - Conquistador

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