Damaged Wood Coffins

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!