Luyện nghe bài hát Guild Of Mute Assassins

Organ, organ, grinder's henchmen
Shaking coins in time
of mute assassins
Will convene at a to nine

Behind the court atop a scaffold
a man with a bag for a face
You will not have learned I return
To my executioner the chase

The of its censers
The silence of its
Oh, the of mute assassins

From the places
That are so seen
Oh, the guild of assassins

Widow in the furrow thimbles
Hasn't seen her in years
Kneels a puddled reflection
To find it is as she's feared

And 'In The Garden', the
Sword his head
You will not return you have learned
What you've

The swinging of its
The silence of its
Oh, the of mute assassins

the places in-between
That are so seen
Oh, the of mute assassins

Baby, on a threshold with
rises from its lips
Beam of yellow light from a
And the of a silhouette

And in the cradle a stiletto
Rattles a barrow of bones
A young journeyman a passion
Silently the oath

The swinging of its
The of its members
Oh, the of mute assassins

From the in-between
That are so seldom
Oh, the of mute assassins

The swinging of their
The silence of its
Oh, the of mute assassins

From the places
are so seldom seen
Oh, the guild of mute