Assassins Creed Revelations (This is Your Creed) (исполнитель: Broken Pixels)
Alone in [bad word] with a fragmented persona Mentally eroding like a spreading melanoma Mental blocks black on verge of virtual collapse Abstergos aperture entraps, each and every last synapse Must resist the animus, the tool of the enemy extracting all the essences from your genetic memories But reliving sins of fathers is the best way to rewind the sunshine burned eternally upon a spotless mind You’re an assassin! And this is your creed Revelations from the past to set your mind free This is your creed foundations understood Be the [bad word] and lead the brotherhood This is your creed If you don’t know you better learn Loyalty’s rewarded while leadership is earned This is your creed and this is how we do Everythings permitted but nothings ever [bad word] Parkour connoisseur to the roof from the floor Walking [bad word] hidden within the folds Don’t refuse the new but use the tools of old You know the game is death and yet Uplay its all you know With eagle eye vision find a needle in a stack Its kill or be killed until you fill the contract You gamble with your life cause failures not allowed and Melt into the city the crowd is your shroud This is your creed! [bad word] [bad word] to the Animus Where Assassin's life so Treacherous These are legacy's that stay with us Ezio Altair so Dangerous Better watch your back Can't afford to miss. Templar on Deck Got throats to Slit It's Assassin's Creed Don't Plea Just Bleed Eden's Close Embrace Death On your Knees The End is Near Where your Grave is your shadow In Essence to Souls We Are Where Men are Free And Thrones are Eternal We Turn to Revelation Youre a cold killer even though your cause is noble [bad word] Istanbul to Constantinople Master of assassins more infamous by hours Make enough noise they’ll try to take your power You train all of your men to be the masters of their dens If you want [bad word] the fence you pay the consequence. But this is YOUR turf the brotherhood defends Plus currency tends to turn your enemies to friends You bribe the city heralds and eliminate the emissaries methods of subversion exponentially vary Only holden down by the amount of guilt you carry Underneath your skin Deeper Than any blade you’ve buried From your roots on through your history from Masayaf to Italy Tragedy and sorrow weighing heavier than Diddly Take it out on anyone [bad word] by fear or greed Cause you are an assassin and this is your creed [bad word]