Текст песни Exhibition Bout - Sodom

Arena filled with screaming crowd, in ecstasy they cry
Paid money for a pleasant show, want to see him die
The matador in shining dress, intent to prove his courage
Drove by rejoicing mass, it boils his pulsing blood

Exhibition bouts under the star of law
Men make pleasure in hanging gore
Cruelty to animals, crime that won't get punished
Creatures treated as rubbish

With direct stabs into living flesh to agonize the bull
No way out, the fronts are clear, take offensive, jab it through
On and on, ride to the fall in danger of his life
Wounded find no place to hide, death will soon arrive

Exhibition bouts under the star of law
Men make pleasure in hanging gore
Cruelty to animals, crime that won't get punished
Creatures treated as rubbish

Blood soaks and stains the parched ground
The slaughter to inaugurate
Duel between man and beast
Their eyes are filled with hate (hate, hate...)

He restrained fierce at the eleventh hour, till death blows, save his soul
No right to exist, lamentation is low, his flesh served up a grub
Now finds peace in a better world where man and beast are one
Arena was filled with screaming crowd, he is dead and they are gone

Exhibition bouts under the star of law
Men make pleasure in hanging gore
Cruelty to animals, crime that won't get punished
Creatures treated as rubbish