In front of thousands of muerderers like you who lust fr my ears and tail You think you look so dashingand brave in that faggot suit of yours You look like a prostitute full of all the accesories You are nothing without your sword and your cowardly, murderous friends You stab me and chunk arrows at me so I the I will be weakened and will make your dirty torture more fun But this time, there's a surprise I won't let my blood spill onto the arena floor You and your friends will prepare to die, as you deserve I come out and have you believe you're in total control as you dance with your red cape Suddenly you look out and slam my horns into your face Disfigured, you scream as your face has been torn off (Ahora si que comienze la fiesta brava) Everyone runs and scream, knowing that something similar will happen to them as well I lunge forward on to the assassin Some want to help him, but it's too late My horns mutilate his weak, shriverling body Your carcass is exposed with innards flying every wich way You don't seem to be brave anymore Only your entrails, blood and shit is left Some intend to stop me, but I'll keep attacking and gouging your remains You won't do it again Your head is smashed and unrecognizable I'm attacked once more They intend to transport me with sharp knives and long swords I send the bull signal and hundreds of bulls appear The party continues All dismembered, disfigured or dead, all your fault We hear screams of pain, they beg for forgiveness But it doesn't matter anymore The arena is filled with rotting bodies and will fester for eternity We "Mooo" with victory! It won't happen again They wont torture and belittle us anymore! If it happens again, our rage will invoke terror upon the cowards once again Mooo!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
