Odyssey of Tiny

Written by: Sepultura | Album: “Against” (1998)

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
Thousands of 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!