Fight! Mister Fantismo, the crowd is cheering loud
Inside the theatre, gladiator battle
In iron uniforms with the knees that brattle
Facing this minotaur, this part beast well endowed

Ducking the throwing spear to tremendous delight
Favorite underdog against wild champion
Using fruitless tactics, sneaking back as scorpion
To sting with precise hit with a sword from a knight

Avoiding the attacks from this mindless half-man
Tiring to exhaustion as his energy grows
A force that controls him, direct contact on nose

The minotaur begins tears, now on knees was his plan
The fatal shot ahead as you seek victory
But the beast's fate is saved, avoiding misery.