Luyện nghe bài hát Chapter 4

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

Stays in the and
in the bitter shade of
Safety where her remains unused

Done waiting and
Simply what's
Done in
tyranny of kings

Gone are times to
To the prey
Gone are for the
Times to change, it's to

Paint the (of oppression)
With crimson blood of invasive

the time to separate
The from shadows
By the head bears the eyes in white

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

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

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

Brace for the chosen one who in darkness

Face the to eradicate
The shadows the good
By the that bears the will to fight

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

And has come through the night

The shine the sun
Of blood of flares
The battle has
Against the shadows'

Hiding past the view
She takes her and awaits her cue
To spring to and pull the arrow
That will show the the tyrant's marrow

She nocks in
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 of tyrannical kings
Played like a puppet, devoid of their
Forever in hands of the of pain

The sight of one who has all control
the beholder for an end
Calls for the death of his poisonous
One too tainted and broken to mend

The eyes of the tyrant have long since
The fangs of the culprit dig inside
This torture of souls must now
The are too high for this arrow to be missed

It's to breathe, nock, pull, aim, and FIRE

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

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

From the in the abyss
To of victory
The white eyed savior has drained their of plight
And has come shining through the