Isabella - Masters Apprentices

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…