Epitaph Nothgard

I am on the way to my favourite destination I am on my way to the local charnel house I love the silence, the smell and the prospect I think I like the company of the dead Bury myself Hand in hand with the dead Searching deep Inside of me Confined to wood I dwell below Asking myself what's gonna last 6 feet under, the last show And nothing remains but my epitaph Confined to wood I dwell below Forget about the world above I feel no pain I feel no sorrow And nothing remains but my epitaph I am on the way to my favourite destination I am on my way to the local cemetery I love the silence, the peace and the prospect And I wonder what will last Confined to wood I dwell below Asking myself what's gonna last 6 feet under, the last show And nothing remains but my epitaph Confined to wood Asking myself I feel no pain I feel no sorrow And nothing remains but my epitaph Hand in hand with the dead Side by side into cold night Searching deep inside of me I'm in voiceless company Nothing remains But my lonely epitaph.