The Princess of War

Born in the City of Angels To the King of demons. Devils arise from thirteen hells, And kill for all reasons. Members are marked by blood and ink, powder plasters their lungs; Once you enter, you can’t rethink The oath of thirteen tongues. This is the home of La Princesa de la Guerra The innocent Queen is murdered In front of the pure Prince. His fragile innocence slaughtered By blood he cannot rinse From his veins and the memory That follows him everywhere. His hot fury grows by degree And fashions his nightmare. This is the twin of La Princesa de la Guerra. The King is hungry for the blood Of his vile enemies. His crusade crumbles to the mud – Arise, his agonies. The King, ashamed and cowardly, Flees to a kingdom where He rules a reign most dastardly, Making the Prince his heir. This is the kin of La Princesa de la Guerra. Surrounded by the shouts of men And pain of her brother, She cries and wishes now and then To trade with another. This bird trapped in a prison Scratches and claws away At the walls of the garrison Led by the Prince in disarray. This is the life of La Princesa de la Guerra. Amidst the turmoil of the war, Here arrives the brave knight. His everlasting love he swore To the princess of light. Although drenched in blood and powder, He longs to see heaven. For her he’ll cry ever louder And leave his brethren. This is the love of La Princesa de la Guerra. Before the princess says amen, Disaster comes to call. The soldier walks with three and ten Of his brothers to brawl. Terrified of losing her love, She runs into the fray. Her eyes stray to the sky above, Her skin turns ashy gray. This is the death of La Princesa de la Guerra. Tightly holding her tranquil corpse, Her lover weeps in woe. Violence and hate never works, This he has come to know. Trapped in a world of enormity, A girl knew how to love, Even though demons wondered free In her dismal kingdom. This is the tale of La Princesa de la Guerra.