Under the light of an alley
The voice of an old man is heard
Telling the story of a man
Who fought for his freedom
With his hoarse and humble voice
He told the story of an old lord
Who dominated men
Sitting in an old armchair
With a cane in his hand
The dictator proclaims his law
But one day a man
He rebelled against his power
Dominated by fear
The dictator killed his family
Possessed by hatred
He swore to kill him
/>Where they are
Those who suffer
Where they are
Mid in the fear that pain instills
Forsaken by the hand of God
Where they are n
Those who suffer
Where they are
Immersed in a world of death and evil
They try to escape the power
Of an old lord
The night is closing
And the story comes to an end
The young man has taken revenge
And the old man has had to flee
There are no more words left
And his story the old man finished
There is only one question left
And it is the one I ask myself today
Where are they
Those who suffer
Where are they
Mid in the fear that pain instills
Forsaken by the hand of God
Where they are
Those who suffer
Where they are
Immersed in a world of death and evil
They try to flee from power
Where they are
Those who suffer
Where they are
Mid in the fear that pain instills
Forsaken by the hand of God