Baston Del Diablo
Tierra Santa
Devil's Cane
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.
Plunged into the fear
that pain instills,
abandoned by the hand of God.
Where are those who suffer
Where are.
Plunged into a world
of death and evil they try 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 his tale the old man finished.
There is only one question left
and it is the one I ask myself today.
Where are those who suffer
Where are.
Plunged into the fear
that pain instills,
abandoned by the hand of God.
Where are those who suffer
Where are.
Plunged into a world
of death and evil they try to escape the power
Where are.
Plunged into the fear
that pain instills,
abandoned by the hand of God.
