The Omnipotence Of The Judges
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)
La Omnipotencia De Los Jueces
Mientras deambulo hacia el abismo de la noche
Hay tres viejos hombres,
Atrapados por mi vista
Ellos son los jueces del inframundo
Hombres respetables, con palabras respetuosas
Ellos juzgan nuevas almas,
que han fallecido
Y las llevan a los campos elíseos
o las condenan a Tartaros
Siempre tienen la razón
Porque son honorables
Ellos juzgan mi alma
Para decidir
Ellos juzgan mi alma
Radamanthis, Minoas, Aiakos
Son sus nombres
Te juzgarán
Por todos tus pecados
(repetir)