No More Worlds to Conquer
Robin Trower
When he saw there were no more worlds to conquer
Head in hands, he began to weep
For he was master of the seven wonders
Every victory complete
His eyes drawn to the horizon
Young lieutenants by his side
Nothing left, but to ride on
Toward the dying of the light
The telling of his fame
The chanting of his name
Was breaking him apart
Because it did not fill the emptiness in his heart
At onе with the heat and dust
His shield has lost its bright glеam
And those who follow no longer trust
That he's the man he once had been
The telling of his fame
The chanting of his name
Was breaking him apart
Because it did not fill the emptiness in his heart
It did not fill the emptiness in his heart
