To the Wall - Sepultura

To the wall-clams the soldier

My last steps march to the death

Last wills!

Hell!

This is idiotism

Fuck off to me.

Fuck off to all of you

To the death — I raise my head

My last moments-it's my existing 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 — commpassion I dismiss

Sentence of death pounding on my back

There’s no hiding when you’re thrown against the wall

To paradice, 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 behind …