(Man)
Born from honor, born from courage
Pleasure to kill run in my veins
Get in the ring, welcome to the show
Fight with me and show me you're strong
Come towards my flashing blade
Your pain must be my glory
I shall feel no shame
Your suffering means nothing
Bullfighter is what I am
I spill the blood in tradition's name
Glory, suffering, power and pain
Eye for an eye, only I must live
Your life for my glory, this is my will
Who is next? Again and again
Feed my greed with your blood
My swords will fall onto your neck
Face to face with the beast
Raging bull must bend your knees
I feel the power in my fists
When my sword pierces your neck
Your last breath is my victory
I hear the crowd screaming my name
El Matador
(Bull)
Is tradition made of glory and suffering?
This is not fair, this must have an end
The death of a being will never bring greatness
Should murderers rest in peace?
What is the purpose of all that?
Sick human being is what you are
Killing takes your soul
That becomes a dark emptiness
Shame on you, coward man
Your time will come as it intends
Now it's time for you to feel
The merciless horn of a bull in your neck
Feeding your greed with my blood
Your sword should fall on your own neck
Raging bull shall stand again
You are nothing but a wreck
Feeling the taste of your own blood
When my horn sank into your neck
At your last breath I rise
But I don’t hear them scream my name
