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 blade gives you away.
from me, my smiling assassin,
Meet the blood moved you-
The of encouragement
as common water.

They serve you...

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

Long live the
They serve you well.

And you loyal friend, leave an ice pick in my neck as it were 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.
in, stain 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, with one thousand blades.
With steps, I find my balance in deception.
by burning step.

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

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

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

There's always room for one blade...

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

There's strength for one last breath.