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As I’m roaming to the abyss of the night

There are three old men,

Catching by my sight

They are the judges of the underworld

Respectful men, with respectful word

They judge new souls,

that have passed away

And take them to the elysian fields

or condemned them to into tartaros

They have always right

Because they are honourable

They judge my soul

In order to decide

They judge my soul

Radamanthis, minoas, aiakos

Are their names

They will judge you

For all your sins

(repeat)