Luyện nghe bài hát To Bear The Brunt Of Many Blades

Nothing breathes is above betrayal.
that breathes is divine.

Out the shadows, well-wisher.
The gleam of your gives you away.
Drawn from me, my assassin,
Meet the blood moved you-
The of encouragement
as common water.

They serve you...

live the king.
Soak up to arms in his blood.

live the king;
They will you well.

And you loyal friend, leave an ice in my neck as it were mine to keep.
How cold.

I breathe, and count my breaths.
Add another Be sure to twist the blade.

If come one, come all of this, a celebration of and scissored flesh.
Fall in, stain your in festive red-
Here, where the are butchers.

A fresh patch of to pierce,
One resist.

steps.
Each waning, for purchase.
I am he who falters, stricken one thousand blades.
unsteady steps, I find my balance in deception.
Step by step.

Warm in the of malice.
Barefoot among a of men.
Eyes ahead and still,
I never back.
No.

I knew not names.
I knew numbers.
I you all too well.

Two for every inch of flesh.
Ensanguined.
This is that did not kill me.

There's always for one more blade...

Not much a sight for eyes,
The harrowed of living will:
Bent,
And black,
And so cold.

always strength for one last breath.