Azafata Del Tren Fantasma

The king eats his flesh
Drinks too much
They serve tables on fire
And sour the salt

The lord of the castle
Holds the meeting
With the dying scene
Of a jester

And on the stairs is
The ghost train flight attendant

The king digs into his teeth
Before assembling
And his vassals vomit
So much betrayal

Until slowly
One of them approaches
And stabs him
In the back

And in the garden is
The ghost train flight attendant

I can see her laughing
The ghost train flight attendant

With her cold hands
The king will sleep
And the eternal flight attendant
Will embalm him

There will be no flowers or winds
To make him scream