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 house atop a scaffold
a man with a bag for a face
You not have learned until I return
To my executioner the chase

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

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

in the furrow with thimbles
Hasn't seen her in years
into a puddled reflection
To find it is just as feared

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

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

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

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

And in the cradle a stiletto
like a barrow of bones
A journeyman with a passion
recites the oath

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

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

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

the places in-between
That are so seldom
Oh, the guild of mute