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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
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