El Lanzador De Cuchillos

Seems almost normal
To be called the Grand Sultan
Being the best thrower
You can find,
It's well known
That he's committed
To throw twenty knives at a platinum blonde.

Seems almost normal
To be called the Grand Sultan
Someone capable of hitting
Looking and not looking,
The girl hides a cat
That doesn't cry or speak
Her laugh is unsettling
The audience is scared.

Cabaret blood
Bubbles and champagne
I'll quench my thirst
In this spring.
Cabaret blood
Bubbles and champagne
Outside the cruel world
Doubt becomes reality.
Cabaret blood
Splatters the wall
The night is a volcano
Of red dawn.
Cabaret blood
The night can burn
A scream of terror
Suspends the show.
Curtain falls.

Seems almost normal
To be called the Grand Sultan
If a blackout
Tests you once again,
Any city
A howl in darkness
What was the clever aunt
Had an unexpected luck.

Cabaret blood
Bubbles and champagne
I'll quench my thirst
In this spring.
Cabaret blood
Bubbles and champagne
Outside the cruel world
Doubt becomes reality.
Cabaret blood
Splatters the wall
The night is a volcano
Of red dawn.
Cabaret blood
The night can burn
A scream of terror
Suspends the show.
Curtain falls.