Shai Hulud - Two And Twenty Misfortunes Lyrics
Brilliance,A heart of gold,And a voice that whispers,"I am wholly miserable."He is the most miserable of men.Every word he speaks reeks of failure.He has failed where othersHave succeeded threefold.This failure suffersWhat is a manThat is the source of his own misery...To face a lifelong nightmareOf taunting dreams is unbearable.What is this man,A dark prophet...A dark prophecy...Suffering knows no end,Nor does his appetite for itOpt for the darkest corner and brood.Keep closed your eyes.Keep turned your back.Tomorrow is dead.Tomorrow is dead.Today is the grave.Yesterday he secured a tomb.Time has been cruel.Why should time be any different than lifeWhen tomorrow is deadHis shame.He will lie betweenResentment and regret.He shed his grace.As certian as a snake sheds its skin.Laid waste to a wealth of talent -His curse of being blessed with treasuresThat just were not gold enough.His endless misfortune