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