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