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