Lyrics of Luces y Espadas - Arkangel

Luces y Espadas (original)

Las gentes rugen gritan con furor
Y hace su entrada el gran matador
Mientras la sangre tiñe la arena
Hasta los niños aplauden la escena
Capote al aire el ole retumba
Y a la tortura llaman cultura
Al asesino héroe proclaman
Y en nombre de cristo hacen la matanza
Luces y espadas no es un arte
Luces y espadas tampoco es valor
Luces y espadas no es un arte
Luces y espadas tampoco es valor
Banderillas aumentando el dolor
De un animal inocente
Pero esta tarde la muerte
Se cierne sobre quien menos espera la gente
Las gradas callan hay caras de horror
El matador cae inerte, ajusticiado por su propia presa
Pagando el precio de su propia vileza

(translation)

The people roar, shout with fury
And the great matador makes his entrance
As the blood stains the sand
Even the children applaud the scene
Capote in the air the ole rumbles
And they call torture culture
The murderous hero they proclaim
And in the name of Christ they do the killing
lights and swords is not an art
Lights and swords is also not value
lights and swords is not an art
Lights and swords is also not value
Banderillas increasing the pain
of an innocent animal
But this afternoon death
It hangs over those who least expect people
The stands are silent there are faces of horror
The matador falls inert, executed by his own prey
Paying the price of their own vileness