Luyện nghe bài hát To Bear The Brunt Of Many Blades

Nothing that breathes is betrayal.
Nothing that is divine.

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

They serve you...

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

live the king;
They serve you well.

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

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

If come one, come all of this, a celebration of treachery and flesh.
Fall in, stain your steel in 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.
ahead and taller still,
I look back.
No.

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

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

There's always for one more blade...

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

There's always strength for one breath.