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