Verse A: Uncertain destiny, they're sailing far from home. Power and gold in mind, to build up their new dome. Verse B: The tribes are k**ed and raped, the sword reigns on their way. All know that d**h will come, for those who disobey. Verse C: Under the slavery, the culture disappears. Freedom is out of sight, for more than hundred years. Chorus: Conquistadores. Taking the treasure. Conquistadores. Searching for pleasure. Conquistadores. Fine acquisition. Conquistadores. Without permission.