The bull charges towards the crimson sun
Rage and fury blaze in its eyes
The thunder of hooves... a strike
The pain from the bull's deadly horns
It doesn't care if you're white or black
Brutal or slightly spiced
A crybaby or powerful to the core
The target is set, the run-up begins
No despair, just thunder and hail
Unbeatable, elusive, doors wide open
Ruthless like a samurai, just the goal, just forward
Be ready, the Bull is enraged
Hide in the fog, or in your home
Maybe it'll help, or maybe it'll hang you on its horns
The beast's breath, a meter from your ear
The beast doesn't seek harmony
The beast seeks blood to quench its starving maw
On the scales, only swift feet and survival instinct
Don't offer your soul to the eternal vaults of the torn
The target is set, the run-up begins
No despair, just thunder and hail
Unbeatable, elusive, doors wide open
Ruthless like a samurai, just the goal, just forward
Be ready, the Bull is enraged
Don't fear the beast; it might be in you, it probably scares you
Is it an enemy or an ally
Time will tell
Fear the fear of your opponent
The coward's cross, the opponent's dread before the battle, fear of everything - that's his burden