Ostia

The skies are open before me The crowd of souls in sudden flight Hoping for prayers in the world Late repentant, no stain from Hell No stain from Hell I thought the worst had, I thought the worst had past Traitors of the people, they have no face I will not trust what I can not see None will have the time to strike a blow The final blow, the final blow Hell, no stain from Hell! Those fools are the ones we vote for – The kings and rules of negligence Taking a nation to lead in decay – A shade announcing another law Can not believe I couldn't escape – No chance to leave this plague I have to be cleansed from all the blame The final blow