歌詞:
Shai Hulud That Within Blood Ill Tempered

heart given flight by demon's wings Faces certain death Do not let this exterior deceive you I can easily crush your spirit My wounds bleed truth Their voices are caustic And with

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

it's tongue, fire Could any being verily Bast in malevolence? As if its indifference might pardon it This tyrant He is the fatherless The arrogance of a being That

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

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