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 blade you away.
Drawn me, my smiling assassin,
Meet the that moved you-
The blood of
Spilling as water.

They serve you...

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

Long the king;
will serve you well.

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

I breathe, and my shallow breaths.
Add another edge: Be 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, where the are butchers.

A fresh patch of to pierce,
One resist.

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

Warm in the of malice.
Barefoot among a of men.
Eyes and taller still,
I look back.
No.

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

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

There's always for one more blade...

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

There's always for one last breath.