Texty písní Angelus Apatrida

Angelus Apatrida

National Disgrace

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?

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

You're lost, you're desperate, you cry, you bleed, parts of the national disgrace

You die!