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 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