El Bastón Del Diablo

Under the light of an alley
You can hear the voice of an old man
Telling the story of a man
Who fought for his freedom

With his hoarse and humble voice
He told the story of an old man
Who ruled over men
Sitting in an old armchair

With a cane in his hand
The dictator proclaims his law
But one day a man
Rebelled against his power

Consumed by fear
The dictator killed his family
Possessed by hatred
He swore to kill him

Where are
Those who suffer
Where are
Immersed in the fear that pain instills
Abandoned by the hand of God
Where are
Those who suffer
Where are
Engulfed in a world of death and evil
Trying to escape the power
Of an old man

The night is closing in
And the story comes to an end
The young man has avenged
And the old man had to flee
There are no more words
And the old man's tale ended
There is only one question
And it's the one I ask myself today

Where are
Those who suffer
Where are
Immersed in the fear that pain instills
Abandoned by the hand of God
Where are
Those who suffer
Where are
Engulfed in a world of death and evil
Trying to escape the power
Where are
Those who suffer
Where are
Immersed in the fear that pain instills
Abandoned by the hand of God