Luces y Espadas - Arkangel

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

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