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Shai Hulud - Eating Bullets Of Acceptance
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Shai Hulud - Four Earths
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Shai Hulud - If Born From This Soil
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Shai Hulud - Misanthropy Pure
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Shai Hulud - Monumental Graves
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Shai Hulud - Reach Beyond The Sun
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Shai Hulud - A Human Failing
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Shai Hulud - Anesthesia
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Shai Hulud - Be Winged
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Shai Hulud - Being Exemplary
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Shai Hulud - Beliefs And Obsessions
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Shai Hulud - Beyond Man
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Shai Hulud - Chorus Of The Dissimilar
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Shai Hulud - Cold Lord Quietus
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Shai Hulud - Ending The Prepetual Tragedy
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Shai Hulud - For The World
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Shai Hulud - Given Flight By Demon's Wings
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Shai Hulud - Hardly
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Shai Hulud - If a Mountain Be My Obstacle
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Shai Hulud - In The Mind And Marrow
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Shai Hulud - Let Us At Last Praise The Colonizers Of Dreams
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Shai Hulud - Linoleum (Nofx Cover)
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Shai Hulud - Man Into Demon: And Their Faces Are Twisted With The Pain Of Living
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Shai Hulud - Medicine To The Dead
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Shai Hulud - My Heart Bleeds The Darkest Blood
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Shai Hulud - Outside The Boundaries Of A Friend
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Shai Hulud - Profound Hatred Of Man
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Shai Hulud - Scornful Of The Motives And Virtue Of Others
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Shai Hulud - Set Your Body Ablaze
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Shai Hulud - Solely Concentrating On The Negative Aspects Of Life
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Shai Hulud - The Bonds Of Those Who Have No Understanding Of Co
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Shai Hulud - The Consummate Dragon
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Shai Hulud - The Creation Ruin
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Shai Hulud - The Mean Spirits, Breathing
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Shai Hulud - Think The Adder Benign
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Shai Hulud - This Song: For The True And Passionate Lovers Of Music
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Shai Hulud - This Wake I Myself Have Stirred
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Shai Hulud - To Bear The Brunt Of Many Blades
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Shai Hulud - To Suffer Fools
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Shai Hulud - Two And Twenty Misfortunes
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Shai Hulud - Venomspreader
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Shai Hulud - We Who Finish Last
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Shai Hulud - When One Bests Defeat
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Shai Hulud - Whether To Cry Or Destroy
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Shai Hulud - Willing Oneself To Forget What Cannot Otherwise Be Forgiven
Four Earths
Shai Hulud
Worlds given to hell and man is helpless amongst the cincers.
How lightly tread we now...
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Today is the tomorrow that was never to come.
Scourge of six thousand years,
Heap thy flesh upon the scales.
The misdeeds of your empire are epic and grave.
A sum the lives of blamed could never outweigh.
These are not ignorant islands unaware of their scars,
Sustaining butchers for six thousand years
Under duress of the hook and pull.
With bones from and to the dust, sod retakes its claim.
Transcience is lost,
And petty beasts will now learn how precious little they truly own.
To reap amends...
The stench of tresses on hot coats.
Hooves of flame trample man into the embers.
The melting of malformed clay into a molten expanse.
Dare you cry for gods...
Cry for the ages of desecration and four disfigured spheres.
These spheres make so your fate.
Shed your tears for our thristing lakes.
We grow weary from the searing heat.
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Disturb not this sleep.
Distort not this placid sea.
This is the hour of extinction,
A respite in the shedding
Of the weight of life-
Life ebbing away.
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One scorched, three burning...
Worlds given to hell, and man is reduced to cinders.
How lightly tread they now...
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Never regenerate, we ashen sisters.
Restore and melt again.
That ash in the lungs of arsonists is deathly,
This is the uncreation of man.
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"Mothers, how will we breathe..."
