From a distant land From the west or east Your tormentor comes By marking his territory with your odor He becomes one of yours too You created him at his laboratory You armed him until the teeth In your crib trained him You loved him and defended him You saw him grow And after at the that he become A large anchor on his conscience But it is too late to erase his mistakes It is already part of its history You have put his seed to spread You reap and chokes on what you have sown You teased with fire You if hurt Your entrance door he kicks and breaks down He invades his home And you to him He terrorizes his town A reward An ambush In every street corner You and he are at a crossroads His fate The end of him is right? You already walked these roads The end is near of him? The streets are deserted It is his war Your inner peace It was already Is in the crosshairs End of his oppressor? Like a ticking bomb In the uncertain time it will shatter And you're on the wire Of the skein that will have to disable Do not be late Every time is valuable Do not stop He is right on target Point and shoot He is his greater objective