Letra de 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 HellI 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 blowHell, 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