(Lorenzo Partida)
They walk
To the left
Dejected and whipped
Their souls in torment
A bestial fire begins
Bodies imprisoned pure indignation
Your another useless request
Crying claim to the sentence
Burning under stones
In pits of madness
Who will obstruct their destiny?
Eternal punishment for sins
The fire begins
In the damned pits
The fire begins for
These wasted souls
Dark and misty bottom
His face it reflects mercy
You take it for terror
Crossing the jungle
The light agonizes
Among the mist
Tears of anguish
Wet the paths
Of torn apart faces
Tied feet and hands
More torment every instant
In muddled abyss
Ground bones
Vain hopes
For those condemn