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 passed
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