The hero walks the path
To face the wrath
Of a crimson demon lord
For a princess with hair of gold
To rescue from the villain's evil grip.
Devil's slash of whip
To summon fiendy djinns;
A call of howling winds
Comes forth to protect his hide,
And ghastly hounds ally to stick by his side.
The air is whirling,
The beasts rise hurling
To snatch a hero's cry of agony.
The virgin's whine at her hero's fall
From the earth climbing vines forth will call
To wind around the devil's hounds
And banish them deep to the earth's core.
Her blood-made tears at the vision of her hero's tragedy
Die and fall, and turn into divine melody.
"You cannot be!"
And rose to his knees,
The celestial mantra turned into breeze.
Dawn from the sky;
A heavenly light scorches the night
And steals away the demon's sight.
Out of supreme devotion to his cause,
With eyes severe and visage strong,
To chase away the freaks that to this world do not belong,
A hysterical dash born of zealous rage
died into a refulgent gash.
To mourn the beast defeated:
The rain; the tears undone,
Crawling on a tree that never met the sun.
The virgin ran to chase the arms of her valiant knight
She was the trophy born to please his sight.
Now she is the mother
Shedding her last tear,
Because the newborn child she's loved is no more near.
To her lost she sings her mourning,
As her sweet voice is softly waning:
"Little demon don't you cry
Shed no tears when people lie"
