Luyện nghe bài hát Guild Of Mute Assassins

Organ, organ, organ grinder's
Shaking their coins in
Guild of mute
Will convene at a quarter to

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

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

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

Widow in the with thimbles
Hasn't her face in years
into a puddled reflection
To it is just as she's feared

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

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

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

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

And in the cradle a wood
Rattles a barrow of bones
A journeyman with a passion
Silently recites the

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

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

The of their censers
The silence of its
Oh, the guild of assassins

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