Isabella lyrics

Pride of all the matadors and toreadors they all bowed to him Into the arena he would walk and surely he would win The bull he was to fight today was chosen from all the best in Spain When Isabellas rose the master he new he would remain Isabella, Isabella... The fight had only just begun the crowd was screaming out for more The bull began to kick and buck with a fury he'd never known before Then suddenly the crowd rose to it's feet and Isabella cried The hero of a thousand fights and there on the ground he died Isabella, Isabella...