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)