“…They came from the south out of the foggy landscape with only the pounding sound of blood and the smell of desperation hanging by the skin.

The birds covered the sky in darkened spirals and the snake twisted under the gallows.

Who’s to blame for the doings of the night and who’s to be put in a deep dark hole? When mothers turn to tears and sons turn to arms the devil will smile with empty eyes…”

The “Padre” closed his bible, turning his eyes towards the silent crowd. None of the people seated in the half empty church knew how far from religion the Padre’s words were. Neither did he.

A couple of torches lit the white chalked walls.

The Padre stopped his sentence before finishing the next word. The walls transformed into shadows of the devils he used to fear. Once again he failed to regain his ministry. He had to leave the unknowing masses. May they rest in peace.

El Despiadado, the merciless, waited with the flask in his hand. He knew that only the liqour could ease the Padre’s guilt. He knew it wasn’t easy for the Padre to leave his believers.

El Cabecilla, the gangleader, and El Guerrero, the warrior, had been standing outside the church throughout the Padre’s service. This was not the first time they’d burned a church to the ground…

…Today the band Alphapistola tells the story of the gang’s simple way of living. In honor of the effort they put in the search for living free, Alphapistola gives you what the gang themselves weren’t able to tell.

“We all sink into the sand
Dry as the foam in our mouth
There’s a sun in the sky
Who never lower its burning eye…”