Two And Twenty Misfortunes Lyrics - That Within Blood Ill-tempered - Shai Hulud

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 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 

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 

Tomorrow is dead 

Today is the grave 

Yesterday he secured a tomb 

Time has been cruel 

Why should time be any different than life 

When tomorrow is dead? 

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 

His endless misfortune