Death Duel Productions - The Dead Science

Bull or matador — do I wield horns or sword?

Intoxicated with this blood I know not where from

A suit of lights for the moment supreme

Let it stain-terrify

To resound in their dreams

Throw out the cape

Bisected by history

Sword point at the nape

Let me come back to me

A suit of lights for the moment supreme

Let it stain-terrify

To resound in their dreams

Just look over your shoulder

I’ll be there, I’ll be there

Enwrapped in glowing skin a face he could not hide

Feast on their exposed ribs

Would not fall 'fore he died

A suit of lights for the moment supreme

Let it stain-terrify

To resound in their dreams