He's been cleansing the holy land
as blood runs on the golden sand
a strong head on his shoulders stands
the templars will have broken necks
hidden where enemies linger
cuz he's always been a keen thinker
and he don't need a ring finger
with a blade up his sleeve - shink agh
he's the youngest master assassin
he can blend in with the masses
from masyaf to damascus
you cannot stop him from happenin'
the assassin's creed is his song
after his death it will play on
the crusade for liberation
hide your crosses, cuz he'll break them
I'll show you why
you won't survive the night
just before you die
you'll look in my eyes and see the light
you know I'm the one
and where I come from
I'm the reason why people like you should run
you knew from the start
on the day that you die
that I'd be the one who's by your side
with his head up with his hood down
so he blends in with the whole crowd
and he moves quickly with no sound
templars are gonna go down
goin' blood drunk as the swords clash
guttin' heads off while on horseback
he's the man everyone wants dead
but his whole plan's stayin' on track
hell - bent on gettin' vengence
from vigilante to legend
givin' a couple of tricks to desmond
smashin' heads in is genetic
all the way from venice to forli
they all know the name auditore
he's a master assassin of swordplay
and he's pretty practiced with foreplay
I'll show you why
you won't survive the night
just before you die
you'll look in my eyes and see the light
you know I'm the one
and where I come from
I'm the reason why people like you should run
you knew from the start
on the day that you die
that I'd be the one who's by your side
gimme a single reason
why he should let you live
don't piss of a Kenway
because when they catch you
they'll never forgive
he's gotta avenge his tribe
takin' names and takin' lives
born into a revolution
and no he's not takin' sides
been rippin' trough redcoats
ever since he discovered his dead folks
so instead of keepin' it diplomatic
he's shovin' it back down their throats
woth a tomahawk and a hidden blade
cuz he's sick of playin' your british games
he will cut you down and spit on your graves
when he celebrates independence day
a life at sea,
you'd better believe is the life for me
I come from the likes of thieving pirates
so you don't want your wives near me
now with a couple rusty muskets
ready to cover you chaps in blood as
I leap from the mast to land on your ass
with the tip of the blade
that you've been stuck with
he demands all hands on deck
as the captain takes the helm
a watery grave awaits you
all the foes he has faced have fell
assassins have come and gone
into martyrs they've made themselves
who knows what the future holds
now only fate can tell
I'll show you why
you won't survive the night
just before you die
you'll look in my eyes and see the light
you know I'm the one
and where I come from
I'm the reason why people like you should run
you knew from the start
on the day that you die
that I'd be the one who's by your side
