| Killer, with no power you come
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| Into the arena to assassin
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| Cape and sword
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| Whispers and screams tremble my
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| Flesh cowards behind the gates
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| Are waiting to see their show
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| You don’t even understand your own
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| Path least you would understand the
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| Meaning of existence and life
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| Ignorant, blind, stupid bullfighter
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| Your blood and flesh will be spilled
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| In the arena today your destiny
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| Disgusting human will meet balance and
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| Vengeance drugged, with no food
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| With no strength, unbalance battle
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| My horns will destroy you
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| While you tempt me with your red cape
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| Dancing, showing off disgusting
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| Human faces scream with passion
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| Your «victory» is your death
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| Moment of silence human’s scream
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| Now with horror
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| Time has come my horns get their
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| Stomachs eyes, faces, legs
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| Unrecognizable, formless masses
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| The show is over
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| Now I call this victory |