歌词
First there was the fable of the bull
Told by the picador
Then an Orwellian raping of a virgin apple core
An apple core an apple core an apple
Core an apple core an apple
Next our minds were supping up the horrors
That our vicious master's whip
Was serving us in rituals nefariously hip
Wickedly hip wickedly hip wickedly
Hip wickedly hip wickedly
In an instant her face became so plaintive
And I watched as she transformed
Into the Black Amaranth
The Black
I espied
In a window framed in brass
The story of her condemnation
Portrayed in the stained glass
In the stained glass glass
In the stained glass in the stained
Glass in the stained glass in the stained
Glass
In the stained glass