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
[Byford/Quinn/Scarrattt/Carter] Distant lands are calling you From far across the sea Waiting for the stories to be told The winds of change are blowing
Μετάφραση: Σαξονικός. Κατακτητής.
