♪ Across the darkness, darkness stands ♪
You need our company,
Blacks and Angels, Halo, Brown
You wreak our purity,
I see all the bleaching rest
Has long since lost its sheen
And in your dead lost place
There are no signs which you can't see But though I hope for
some which are mine I can see no face to unwind
Quistadora vulture sits upon your silver shield
And in your rusty scabbard now The sand has taken seed
And though your jeweled and crusted blade
Has not been plundered still
The sea has watched across your face And taken all its venom
And though I hope for
some which are mine I can see no
face to unwind
And though I hope for
some which are mine I can see no
face to unwind
Quistadora,
there is no time I must pay my respect
And though I came to cheer at you
I leave now with regret And as the gloom begins
to fall I see there is no hurry on And though
you came when some have died You did not conquer,
nor did I And though I hope for
some which are mine I can see no
face to unwind
And though I hope for
some which are mine I can see no
face to unwind
And though I hope for some which are mine I can see no face to unwind
And though I hope for
some which are mine I can see no face to unwind