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 
I thought the worst had, I thought the worst had past 
I will not trust what I can not see 
None will have the time to strike a 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!