SHAI HULUD LYRICS

1. Scornful Of The Motives And Virtue Of Others

Rest assured...
This is sincere.
This is true.

Let this be my writ of misanthropy
To a thankless world of men
Who have perfected nothing.
Save the art of accusation.
~
Woe is he that feels compelled to pen.
Even one word of hatred.
I know the hate within passion
With which I love is a travesty.
Let this writ acknowledge these facts.
~
How I miss the warmth of red blood...
The color of pitch is cold and hard,
And its merciless to the tenderhearted.

How I miss the strength of red blood...
Its susceptibility to burn jet,
And the might to withstand a brutal scorching.

How I have learned to wield this scorched, jet blood
To the gross advantage...
This blood must not go to waste.
All is not yet lost.

Take these words of blood ill-tempered.
Take these words and
Cut deep.
Lacerate the soiled flesh.
Impact the brittle bone.

And we all will bleed together.
May this blood pave the way to solution..
~
We have all been so wrong -
Conditioned to accept and approve of substandard
Communication and behavior.
Reason is clouding,
Hearts are hardening,
And the result is murder.
This age is grave bound,
Likewise its aging successors.
Aging, all the while, descending -
Developing an even more insatiable thirst for chaos.
Life among hyenas and asps under vultures
That pick at the corpses of the fallen.

And man will continue to suffer unto itself
Until some stand to rally the fray by firm example.

Chaos must succumb to order
Lest these days be numbered.
~
I cannot contribute to disarray.
I simply cannot relate.

Let this be my act of defiance.
Let this be my refusal to fit in.
Let this be my writ of anthropy...

2. Let Us At Last Praise The Colonizers Of Dreams

Without pretennsion.
With a sweet chill down my spine...

For a time the clouds lift. And what I have resigned to thinking barran
Does bear fruit.
~
If I am to die - If I must die.
I must inspire while I live,
Alongside the dreamers.

Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.
~
I surrender all. All I have give:

To those who survived life's thorns
And provided escape.
To those, whos creations live forever.
To those that wrote the words.
Though my knees become weak.
I will cause my foot another step.
To carry the task.
And to those that understood

There is a need for faith
And a need for hope.

Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.
~
As with the brightest and the wisest,
I know the need of
Faith,
Hope,
And
Dreams.

I burn for vidsions and inspiration, for this is life.

If perchance I am dreaming,
Please, let me sleep,

To spend my time in great Atlantis,
In search of Camelot.
I drink from the grail, and war with the immortals,
Rather than suck in the ruins of a fallen sky castle.
~
Amidst the remnants of once
Mighty Colossus.
Comes this call:
Where are the builders?

I clearly see the slayers and the hope they destroy.
I clearly see the thieves, and the wonders they deprive the inspired.

Where are the builders?
~
If I am to die - If I must die.
I must inspire while I live.
Alongside the dreamers.

3. The Consummate Dragon

It is truly the perfect being:

Its armor is tenfold sheilds.
Its teeth, swords.
Claws in the guise of greeting hands.

How does it sleep at night,
This tyrant-
Heaping slaves on the pyre
Just to watch ambition burn.

It is truly the perfect being:

It's armor is tenfold sheilds,
And from its tongue, fire.
~
Could any being verily bask in malevolence?
As if its indifference might pardon it.
This Tyrant.

He is the fatherless.
With the arrogance of a being that insists it created itself.

What can it create?
This uninspired muse rules only barren lands.
It cannot create a thing.
~
When the public speaks the truth,
Simply tear it down..

Dissent, and smolder.

Your thoughts are law, great dragon.
Just spare me and mine,
While I bide my time
Knowing you well,
The enemy.
~
Cover may the everymen,
I show no recoil for
A would-be dragon,

The common man is the consummate dragon -
The poorest excuse of a man.
~
My chest to sheilds.
My teeth to swords.
My hands to claws.
And fire...

Now we can make war.

A titan against a titan.

4. Willing Oneself To Forget What Cannot Otherwise Be Forgiven

fail the sun to shine as there is no more beauty
left to alighten.
what once flourished has weathered away
and what will not weather
i cannot stomach.
oh, the cruelty of a persistent scar.

i can keep my lips from trembling
while i sever, with regretful hands,
the strings so carelessly attached to me.
i can remove the litter of intimacy.

alas,
this will not be the death of me

if that which merely tears seldom lasts,
how can that which breaks ever heal?

i would rather bleed than feel.
i woul rather bleed.

no man can learn the value of his life without pain.
yet, no man deserves a life's worth in pain.
and i have a lifetime left to learn.

am i not a better man?

a man who has grown sound and strong,
a man who has learned from his misery.

am i not a better man?

a clever man who taught his flesh the way of steel.
this lasting man of resolve and will.

am i not a better man?

or just a bitter man
that rots with memoris and only grows cold.

indeed i have grown cold.

and this moment feels like the harshest end to the coldest day.
this day has lasted a lifetie, with an eternity left to lapse.

here i am,
forsaken just as i forsook the sun,
a blend of venom and winter -
the kiss of frost and poison.

how i have wished for a steady hand to wipe away these scares
or a tender kiss to render me forgetful.

where the sun to follow bitter examples,
we would truly know winter
eternally

may the sun shine on the forsaken.
may the sun shine brightly,
and illuminate our scars

5. Two And Twenty Misfortunes

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 certian 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

6. Being Exemplary

and this is what shall come to pass.
a new precept for the world to adopt.
and this is what the children shall learn...

prepare for the lowest standard.
rough diamonds in the palms of fools
unable to give the crucial gift of reason.

the unwise teaching wisdom.
the absurd defining priority.
fools, unable to give the crucial gift of reason.

what more can be expected of a child,
being a product of the stark worst -
its fathers blood.

censure rightly;
make no mistake.
the ascendants,
they are veritably criminal.

fare thee well
down the random path of chance.

godspeed.

set sail,
against the wind,
under the misguiding light of faulty beacons.

set sail,
against the wind,
with vices for virtues,
dishonor for ethics,
and excess for etiquette,
as examples -

such sorry examples.

and what of the children...

ignorant of it's weight.
blind to it's worth.

something is terribly amiss
when the beauty and the miracle of new life
is nothing but a burden.

this burden is a life
this burden is a child.

men without dedication
speaking of truth and loyalty.
women without conviction
teaching respect and compassion.

no.

and what of the children...

7. Given Flight By Demon's Wings

this is not my true nature.
i was not born as what i have come to be.

to be gentle again...

an angel's heart given flight by demon's wings faces certian death.

do not let this exterior deceive you.
i can easily crush your spirit.
my wounds bleed truth,
their voices are caustic,
and with the words...
a nasty sting from aim and precision of fact.

"how can you be so cruel?"

it is not who i am,
as it is the hate i feel.

i am a demon,
a vicious fiend.
let me alone.
i am a demon with a penchant
for other's misery.
i am a demon,
a vicious fiend.
let me alone
in peace
to be the beast of a man
the world has made me.

i am prepared to fight humanity every day
for the rest of my life,
albeit, my mind and body
yearn for tranquility.

people that should earn my love
consistently warrant my hate.
i truly resent this.

breathe easy, friend.
let not bitter fruit sour your breath.
you were once a gentleman.

when friends fail,
and mother is gone;
when god is silent,
and mates fall out of love...

i still wake to confrontation,
alone, and unflinching.

i am not simply strong,
i may very well be the strongest man
that ever lived.

8. Whether To Cry Or Destroy

The salt from my eyes burn
As does the acid of my tongue.
~
Might a tempest releive me of sound and sight.
Might I unearth the hatchet
And put it to proper use.

My hand is poised, and in fury.
Only thunder gives me rest.
~
Dare me to breathe
When I cant catch my breath.
Sway my temper's balance.
~
Only thunder gives me rest.

9. This Song: For The True And Passionate Lovers Of Music

this song:
i have this song: to sing
certian words must be screamed
rather than be sung or spoken:

i am alive and vigorous...

...as they toil without love.
fight without purpose,
and live without passion...

i am alive and vigorous.

in this song: is where i belong.

within these moments
there are no outsiders.
within the body of the song:
time stands still.
one is al,
and all is beautiful -
the beautiful moment of song and passion.

we will all sing.
we will all dance.

if a human's nature is to war,
this song:
is a battleground,
and this voice,
a weapon
one thousand voices -
or trumpet call
to arms.

passion's promise;
true love's reward -
a pure expression
in truth and sincerity.

passion's promise:
true love's reward, is this song:

what will become of this song:...

pray not a fallen banner,
or screamed words to the deaf,
for life is weary without song, or sound of harps.

this is a song for the impassioned.
this is strength for the heards on sleeves -
a shining sentiment where voices soar
and melod wells tears in the eyes.

we will all sing the same song,
this song,
together.

10. Ending The Prepetual Tragedy

hear my words that i might teach you.
take my arms that i might reach you -
that i might reach
straight for your throat.

this is madness.
will we not be satisfied
until we sit drenched in each other's blood?

the shame of only two appaling options:
a taker of life, of a dead man.
this is why the wives, the mothers, and children are mourning.

love, as vital to life
as blood to heart,
conquers pain,
lest death intrudes by means of it's
flawed emissary, man

on this day, saints will be sinners.
there will be no victors, only bereaved.
this is why we morn.

leaving the world blind, eye after eye.

disease inhabits the environs.
famine feeds our gardens.
flesh is predisposed to die.
death needs no aide.

we bear blood to where we rest,
and still we are not sleepless...

and we will live such tragedy in perpetuity.

her loved one is dead.
his loved one is dead.
my loved one is dead.
your loved one is dead.

this is a tragedy.







SHAI HULUD LYRICS