My Lonely Grave

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.