Conquistador

He sees the moon reflect
 Off the shiney steel
 And though it's high above
 It looks so real
 Ships in the bay give birth
 To smaller wooden fish
 And when they reach the shore
 They look so real
 Another season gone
 And many more will come
 If you accept this now
 All will change
 They look up to the sky
 Thinking of the days
 Before their worlds clashed
 They looked so real
 Time to run and tell the others
 Dressed in steel they're on our island
 He asks the elders now
 To speak his native tongue
 He needs to hear the words
 They remember none
 Ships in the bay return
 Create a whole new race
 And though they are not gods
 They look so real
 Time to run and tell the others
 On the other side of our island
 Time to run
 On the other side