Luyện nghe bài hát Chapter 4

Days of grace and
of gratitude
Abound for this and valiant child but she

in the sidelines and
Stays in the bitter of
Safety where her gift unused

Done with and
speculating what's
Done in
Against tyranny of

are times to pray
To play the
Gone are for the
to change, it's time to

Paint the (of oppression)
With blood of invasive transgression

Face the to separate
The good shadows
By the head that bears the in white

the void in the abyss
To pastures of the
The white eyed child will drain souls of plight

Planning her guardian and
Plotting with her protector
Her silent inauguration battle

for the opportune
Moment for her to
Valor and
The ink to her

Brace for the chosen one who sees in

the time to eradicate
The shadows from the
By the head that bears the to fight

From the in the abyss
To the shores of
The white eyed warrior will drain their of plight

And has come shining the night

The shine the sun
Of of justice flares
The battle has
Against the glares

Hiding the leader's view
She her place and awaits her cue
To to action and pull the arrow
That will the world the tyrant's marrow

She in preparation
But behind him the attestation
Of a towering of desperation
His master, the of hate

The of his evil pulls on its strings
Attached to the veins of tyrannical
Played like a puppet, devoid of reign
in hands of the impersonation of pain

The sight of one who has lost all
Begs the for an end
Calls for the death of his poisonous
One much too and broken to mend

The eyes of the tyrant long since died
The fangs of the dig deeper inside
This torture of souls now desist
The stakes are too high for this arrow to be

time to breathe, nock, pull, aim, and FIRE

The tyrant has been
The Huntsmen's throne has White reign

Grace the time to
The fearless
By the head bears the crown of light

From the void in the
To of victory
The eyed savior has drained their souls of plight
And has come shining the night