(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