Dentro da minha sepultura eu posso ouvir a
Cega assassina cantando as notas sujas
Pela terra que cobre meu caixão de
Madeira podre
Leiloaram minha sentença
E quem mais pagou por ela me odiava
Dammed hands build coffins, coffins
With certain measure for the poor
They build damaged wood coffins
Maybe the next coffin will be yours
The bed of dead is ready, but you
May lay down if you want justice
Is paid to do it and never felt shame
Works for all
Burying us in misery
She is blind, but feelsthe smells of
Blame. Damned hands doesn't builds
Luxurious coffins for rich ones. Justice
Is paid to do it and never felt shame
Justice was paid, damned hands
Build coffins, coffins with certain measure for the
Poor, they build damaged wood coffins, maybe the
Next coffin will be yours. The bed of dead is ready
But you may lay down if you want, justice works
For all burying us in misery
She is blind, but feels
The smells of blame
It builds coffins for the hungry!