In the depths burning with the fire of Hell, Wicked sorcerers were casting some spell; Dazzling lightning drew back the sounding gate To welcome the the gloomy servants of Hate. In the stifling darkness, prostrate and sick, I raised my eyes, warms tears running thick, My heart sank beneath the cruel weight of guilt; Deprived of war, I had but to submit. Like a sign, a flame tore the sky, my sight. We burn (away) in a fire but we're blind to its light. I felt my body crumbling back to dust My mind still overwhelmed with sins and lust, Faithful shadows with me till last breath Fulfilling my soul on my path to d**h, The sun was shining so bright, I wantred to live not to die.