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