Luyện nghe bài hát Guild Of Mute Assassins

Organ, organ, grinder's henchmen
their coins in time
Guild of mute
convene at a quarter to nine

Behind the court house atop a
Stands a man a bag for a face
You will not have until I return
To give my executioner the

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

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

Widow in the with thimbles
Hasn't seen her face in
Kneels into a reflection
To find it is as she's feared

And 'In The Garden', the
Sword above his
You will not until you have learned
What forgotten

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

From the in-between
are so seldom seen
Oh, the guild of assassins

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

And in the cradle a wood
Rattles like a of bones
A young with a passion
Silently the oath

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

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

The swinging of their
The of its members
Oh, the guild of mute

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