Attack
Don’t look back
Atland must soon be set free
Armies clash
Sons of the night lead the siege and
Attack
Lightning cracks
Torching the flesh that’s diseased
Don’t hold back
Hack and slash all that you see and
Attack
Aesir warriors come from asgard
To fight Cthulu’s demon horde
Odin’s army of warrior bards
Led by his son the mighty Thor
Cthulu’s dark knights doth make their last stand
Valhalla’s warriors lay siege to Atland
Battle rages on for Midgard
Upon the rings of Atland’s shores
Blood and guts spill o’er the ramparts
The Valkyries this night doth soar
On Sundays the bulls get so bored
When they’re asked to show off for us
There is the sun, the sand, and the arena
There are the bulls ready to bleed for us
It’s time when grocery clerks
Become Don Juan
And all the ugly girls
Turn into swans
Who can say what he’s found
That bull who turns and paws the ground
And suddenly he sees himself all nude
Who can say what he dreams
That bull who hears the silent screams
From the open mouths of multitudes
On Sundays the bulls get so bored
When they’re asked to suffer for us
There are the picadors and the mobs revenge
There are the toreros and the mob’s revenge,
there are the toreros – and the mob kneels for us
Desire…Love…Mystery…Magic
Just close your eyes
Imagine you’re in a place
Where you can taste all you crave
In life’s masquerade
Come hold my hand
And all your wishes come true
Burlesque and blue
The carnival’s calling to you
Your peace of mind
Will come in time
You’ll understand all you’ll see
Though it all seems
Like one of your dreams
It’s a reality
We’re drunk on life
We’re drunk on life



