| 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 |