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• Artiste: Angelus Apatrida
• Titre: National Disgrace
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5 pm in the clock as you are buttoning up the suit of lights People acclaim your arrival as their bloodlust rises The festival Sensational The entourage awaits you for the national disgrace A bloodbath for the masses, the final test The festival Sensational What you call cultural traditions is just a cruel way of life As the bull is crying don't you see the panic in it's eyes? Don't you see the panic in it's eyes? Don't you feel what I feel? [Solo: David G. Álvarez] You think you are so brave, one man can kill a half ton best But nothing further from the truth, it's a coward feast The festival Sensational When the sword is cutting it's entrails I see you satisfied White scarves are waved, two ears and a tail And when you are stabbing the bull to death I see you smile Blood spots in your face, signs of your crime It's my turn Let's overturn the tables, let's play the game backwards If you are going to die while people cry out more and more Let's give the bull the chance to torture, kill, humiliate you And you are asking for it's mercy and all you get is the final touch [Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo] [Solo: David G. Álvarez] [Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo] [Solo: David G. Álvarez] You're lost, you're desperate, you cry, you bleed, parts of the national disgrace You die! (Thanks to César for these lyrics)