To Bear The Brunt Of Many Blades Lyrics - Shai Hulud

Nothing that breathes is above betrayal. 

Nothing that breathes is divine. 

Out from the shadows, well-wisher. 

The gleam of your blade gives you away. 

Drawn from me, my smiling assassin, 

Meet the blood that moved you- 

The blood of encouragement 

Spilling as common water. 

They will serve you... 

Long live the king. 

Soak up to your arms in his blood. 

Long live the king; 

They will serve you well. 

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

How terribly cold. 

I breathe, and count my shallow breaths. 

Add another edge: Be sure to twist the blade. 

If come one, come all of this, a celebration of treachery and scissored flesh. 

Fall in, stain your steel in festive red- 

Here, where the sheep are butchers. 

A fresh patch of skin to pierce, 

One cannot resist. 

Unsteady steps. 

Each waning, determined for purchase. 

I am he who falters, stricken with one thousand blades. 

With unsteady steps, I find my balance in deception. 

Step by burning step. 

Warm in the presence of malice. 

Barefoot among a skulk of men. 

Eyes ahead and taller still, 

I never look back. 

No. 

I knew not your names. 

I knew your numbers. 

I knew you all too well. 

Two blades for every inch of flesh. 

Ensanguined. 

This is that which did not kill me. 

There's always room for one more blade... 

Not much a sight for sore eyes, 

The harrowed form of living will: 

Bent, 

And black, 

And so terribly cold. 

There's always strength for one last breath.