Haunting Maladies lyrics

Haunting maladies

They are thieves abundant

Remorseless, and relentless

Waking each day n'er mind

Greeting the day ere in kind

So it is, so we find

What relief, save mortal end

Which shall take its chilly toil

And give no quarter, no mercy

There no compensation be

For fate finds the faults of all

It knows no earned compassion

The fugue of the foolhardy

Blares out loudly like trumpets

Heralding fanfare that creeps in

A haunting melody to mock one

In moments unready, unsteady

Wishing it all to end, sotto voce