In my shallow grave

I see the pictures of the past

All the anger starts to rave

My final ballot I have to cast 


The time in a short span

The poets call it life

notions are to ban

the fortune is a dive 


My last glance

No foul hope

It is the hearts last dance

I shouldn't have taken the rope 


In my shallow grave

I will enslave my mind

All the anger starts to rave

Needless creatures of my kind 


What will await me

Exists the divine claw?

I feel the undertow

The last thing that I saw 


My last glance... 


What was the preachers plight

Where is the promised truth

I see no heavens might

No, my existence will fuse 


In my shallow grave

I see the pictures of the past

All the anger starts to rave

My hopes have been vast