| Song | Two and Twenty Misfortunes |
| Artist | Shai Hulud |
| Album | That Within Blood Ill Tempered |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fletcher, Fox, Kleisath ... | |
| 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 shameHe 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 |
| zuo qu : Fletcher, Fox, Kleisath ... | |
| 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 shameHe 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Fletcher, Fox, Kleisath ... | |
| 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 shameHe 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 |