Luyện nghe bài hát To Bear The Brunt Of Many Blades

Nothing breathes is above betrayal.
Nothing breathes is divine.

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

They serve you...

Long the king.
up to your arms in his blood.

Long live the
will serve you well.

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

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

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

A fresh patch of to pierce,
One resist.

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

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

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

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

There's always room for one blade...

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

There's strength for one last breath.