(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 condemned