To The Wall — текст песни (sepultura)

My last steps march to the death
Last wills! Hell! This is idiotism
Fuck off to me, fuck off to all of you

countdown
A cry for mercy trapped in my throat
But even in hell there`s a place for
cowards

The burning sun over my head
The troop is comin`- compassion I
dismiss
Sentence of death pounding on my
back
There`s no hiding when you`re
thrown
against the wall

To paradise, the priest is saying . . .
blessing my death
He`s standing in front of me . . .
his merciful sight sickens me
He says that soon I`ll have my
judgement . . .
I`ll kneel down in front of the Lord

And he asks me to regret my sins. . .
but it`s too late
Growling words from the bible. . .
raising my agony
Oh God!. . .
how I`d like to have my hands untied

The wall I`m facing now
Seeing my life going through my
eyes
Feeling death behind my back
An acrid taste of defeat tormenting
my
last years
And when I feel my body being. . .
Punched. . . Smashed
There`s no pain . . . just silence
My last breath echoing . . . spreading
through the air
My body in pieces. . . a stream of
blood . . .

Bloody drops whipping the wall
The silent wall that has understood
my silence
The silence that was a prisoner of
my soul
Is my soul that now is the ruler of
the world

To the wall