An insistent drip My forehead just wishes for their forgiveness My hands rise no more The judgment without compassion How many have gone Under the shadow of impunity An insistent pain My mind just wishes revenge I have blood on my hands The judgment without compassion So many faces! Who are you? I don’t fear death’s cold I follow you Without face or name Beauty or vanity The wealth of its soul It’s just the silence But it overwhelms time With its insane essence Totally unconscious I start screaming Raise your soul! Who are you? Rise to battle To kill