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 hell
I thought the worst had, I thought the worst had past
[Incomprehensible] 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