El intocable

The judge is a king
Above good and evil
The judge is a king
Don't expect any mercy
He's looking at you
He pierces you and can't see you
He won't feel, his own smell of dirt
You'll be just another one, another name on another paper
He's hunting from the armchair, untouchable in his position
His black cape is a coffin, and his conscience sleeps in it

A trial for the judge (2x)

The circus is about to begin
Drum roll
His lordship dances standing