Sick and tired of the society
Looking like wolves, acting like jackals
Lost the meaning of the word humanity
Confusing the true with the false

Always different from the crowd
With their greed, hatred and lust
In the tomb that will never be found
I will lie forever forgotten

Far from people I’m buried
Necropolis is city of the dead

I’m cold in my lonely grave
It’s hidden in the forest lace
Yet I’m thankful to the fate
That I’m buried in this place

Nobody will recall my name
Oblivion’s the best award
Free from the suffering and pain
I’m gone to another world

My sinful body turns to dust
It will become the fertile soil
Between the future and the fucking past
Wanders my delighted soul