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)