Analphabeth - Calidad

The pointers are ticking alone

They know they never be wrong

They´re ticking on and on and on

There´s something

Worth fighting

It´s nothing

Phantom lord

His head lies off his shoulders

Legs stumbling over boulders

Air can´t be no more colder

Instant death

Armour and sword are rusted

His word but can be trusted

Defined by will to last out

One last breath

He lost his head with dignity and pride

Not looking back not talking back

Not taking lies

He built his rules

He lives his life

Off all the civic rights

The way of solitude

The way much harder but right

Don´t tread on my dreams sometimes dreams come true

And you´ll see, don´t try to buy my love you know it´s for free

You´re lips are moving but I can´t hear a word

Can´t you see I´m sick and tired of this lunacy