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There was one man who had lost his eternal soul

In that time when he had not seen the light.

Seen the light…

Born in the wrong time, not having his own way

He was doomed to failure at the very beginning.

When he found shelter in a clandestine vault

He was doomed to failure at the very end.

It was written and hidden somewhere no one knew.

It was written and hidden somewhere no one knew.

The marks of emptiness lied on his waxen skin.

No one could see them and his pale face.

It was possible to see even a water splash

But not the one who…

Never existed…

Passed through the darkness, absorbed in his thirst

He forgot the strength named kismet.

When the stars fell and the life was subdued

He forgot the strength named death.

The marks of emptiness lied on his waxen skin.

No one could see them and his pale face.

It was possible to see even a water splash

But not the one who…

Never existed…

The time disappeared, the streams petrified,

But relentless fate would not retreat.

Born in the wrong time he should not have seen the light.

He was doomed to failure at the very end.

He was doomed to failure at the very end.

He was doomed to failure at the very end.