And so they are pitted against one another. El Toro rashly glides through the matador's cape. Coolly trembling and concealing deep fear, the matador dodges the mad rush. El Toro snortles aghast at his miss. Angry with himself, he vows to attempt again. Blood must flow today. And this macabre dance of death continues before the howling throng of spectators. Filled with anger and fear, the matador and El Toro determine to survive--life itself becomes the primary preoccupation.
blood must flow today
whether by sword or by gore
all life one day dies