You've got the horns
You've got the ring
(Not in your nose but that's ok)
I've got the cape of scarlet red
I'm waving it under your eyes
Let's get out of this arena
To a field where we can run
Sure the crowds are hissing at us
They've been taught to want the blood
So have you and so have I
But my sword gives it doesn't take
Your skin holds it to the hilt
And the wonders of the world
Were given to me on this day
The Twelfth of May
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