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Foretime forelorn a predistened journey to the void

A inner self inanition

I already hated, I already mistrusted

I already saw the abyss grow

The depths of my soul a predetermined path

To the total inner submission

The running of man, profuseness of life

Foresights so clear of coldness and hopelessness

Renunciation is the only way

The only option to bear the graves of the filth

Sometimes I see a fragile light

In a bout of indulgence

A cold summer night

My pain guides me through the dark

My obsession of truth

The abyss calls me

My creed becomes true

Foretime forelorn a predistened journey to the void

A inner self inanition

The running of man, profuseness of life

Cold rain soak my mind

The white death snapped me out of the inebration

But the filth has covered my soul. I fall into the void of existence.