In the sixth circle

Those eyes sparkling in the dark

hunt my soul

day and night

I´d rather die than step to emptiness

Afraid of them, scared of loneliness

Feel their fingers on my skin

now I´m crying for my sin

Listen to the promises and threats

not able to repay all my debts

I won´t dare to leave my state of life

Force me as you wish

I ´ll let the confession unsigned

I beg you sitting on the ground

but this I ´ll have on my mind

Don´t let the bastards grind you down