An Eagle soars as the people fall
However he ignores, all your feeble wars
He will steal a horse, speed the steed across
Clean between your forces
and beat them all, in a free-for-all
These scenes of gore
Are nothing but another bit of heathen lore
From Florentine streets to Venetian waters
The whispers persist of a secret order
And whether or not you believe, it's all good
Either way I'll proceed; keep wreaking trauma
You're never making Connor fall
I never honour laws
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