Ostia - Sepultura

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

as the people, they have no face

I will not trust what I cannot 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)

Cannot believe I couldn’t escape

(No chance to leave this plague)

I have to be cleansed

From all the blame, the final blow