You send your beasts to take me and I pay for my sins But the flames and the pain have always surrounded me I am fear, I am your hell, I am the agony I am the torment that will plunge you into desolation Weeds also grow in beautiful places, although some grow to then emerge from the ground Engulfed in fire Wrapped in the claws of the creator People pray for strength and enlightenment of their way but they should pray for the clemency of a quick death Bodies accumulated in rivers contaminated with the guts of men who intrude Broken necks and hammers stuck in their hollow heads Widows dressed in black knock on my doors and I keep hitting the anvil Demons come out of their cages fleeing from the real beast Trapped in that terrifying place until the end of days The underworld trembles with each hammer blow A cross stuck in the heart of the devil Its horns ripped out His fire died away Now hell belongs to me