To Bear The Brunt Of Many Blades - 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

I come one

Come all to this

A celebration of treachery and twisted flesh

Fall in

Stain your steel in festive red

Here were 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 not your numbers

I knew you all too well

Two blades for every inc of flesh

Ensanguined

This is that which did not kill me

There’s always room for one more blade

Not such 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