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He comes from a grave in Spain

Bringing you pain

On the dancefloor

Your legs turn to gore

The flamencorpse is coming

To make you suffer

When he stars to dance

You have no chance… to survive

The dancefloor is slippery

Fear and sorrow

For all the discokids

There’s no tomorrow

The flamencorpse is coming

To make you suffer

When he starts to dance

You have no chance

A rose in his mouth

Twist and shout

Hasta la vista

Disco anti-christa

A broken discoball

In your face

The flamencorpse will

End your days

A huge amount of

San Miguel

He brings back to his

Grave of hell