| Here I stand alone in this empty world | |
| Surrounded by dark shades and shadows | |
| My skin is cold and torn apart | |
| My memory is full of horrifying thoughts | |
| I try to keep on living my soulless life | |
| I feel my bloodless veins | |
| Now I realize my journey here has just begun | |
| Now I know that this is Post Mortem | |
| To see this new world of my endless life | |
| I know I live in paradox | |
| Now I realize my journey here has just begun | |
| Now I know that this is Post Mortem | |
| I don't feel anything but hate and anger | |
| I try to hide those feelings from my mind | |
| But they keep on coming on and on | |
| I don't know how to end this madness | |
| As a human I failed and faded away | |
| I turned the paradise into hell | |
| Against my own nation I rose | |
| I paint the world with bitter blood |