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
 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 [bad word] 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