Shai Hulud Two and Twenty Misfortunes Lyrics

"The human race, the deterioration of the spirit of man. Man undermining himself, causing a self-willed, self-imposed, self-evident self-destruction."
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Brilliance,
a heart of gold,
and a voice that whispers...

Brilliance!

Brilliance,
a heart of gold,
and a voice that whispers,
and a voice that whispers:
"I am wholly miserable.
Miserable.
Miserable.
Miserable."
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HE IS THE MOST MISERABLE OF MEN.
Every word he speaks reeks of failure.
He has failed where others
have succeeded threefold.
This failure suffers.

What is a man that
is the source of his own misery...
To face a lifelong nightmare
of taunting dreams is unbearable.
What is this man,
a dark prophet...
A dark prophecy...
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Miserable.
Miserable.
Miserable.
Miserable.
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What is a man that
is the source of his own misery...
To face a lifelong nightmare
of taunting dreams is unbearable.
What is this man,
a dark prophet...
A dark prophecy...
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Suffering knows no end,
nor does his appetite for it.
Opt for the darkest corner and brood.
Keep closed your eyes!
Keep turned your back!
Tomorrow is dead.
Dead!
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Tomorrow is dead.
Today is the grave.
Tomorrow is dead.
Today is the grave.
Yesterday he secured a tomb.
Today is the grave.

Time has been cruel.
Why should time be any different than life?
Time has been cruel.
Why should time be any different than life?
Tomorrow is dead.
Tomorrow is dead.
Tomorrow is dead.
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Keep closed your eyes!
Keep turned your back!
Tomorrow is dead!
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His shame.

He will lie between
resentment and regret.
He shed his grace
as certain as a snake sheds its skin.
Laid waste to a wealth of talent -
his curse of being blessed with treasures
that just were not gold enough.

Endless misfortune.
Endless misfortune.
Endless misfortune.
Endless misfortune.