War has hit the bow and is coming for the heir!
The men would shout and shout and shout,
But who would ever hear?
The Violence ripping through the Valley,
Blood stains in the sand.
Queens and Kings thrust into Battle,
But who would ever care?
Violencia Dulce!
Violencia Dulce!
But what is sweet about this War?
The song of War became of us an unsweet melody,
For whom hath ever lost a War and yipped about in Joy?
The shattered lives and tattered faces torn from everything they had.
War is nothing but an Art when broken down to Man.
Violencia Dulce!
Violencia Dulce!
What is sweet about the Wrath?
The Wrath that lazed among the men,
Wrath that Craved the Violence.
The Wrath that tore us all apart,
From a Unity we could have.
Why did Man yearn for War?
When they would never see the Day again?
A Day before War when Ashes didn't rain like snowfall and cloud the Sky?
Violencia Dulce!
Violencia Dulce!
We secretly cry,
But what is so sweet about the Violence we have inside?
