Out of the shadows of the corners I can’t see a stalking phantom sneaking out and near to me. Knife in the dark or a garrot I can not say is coming near me and its order is to slay.
The assasin does his job. There is no pain. Here in Ankh Morpork they’re saint. No need to scream, no need to run. They’re much too good. The job is done. No need to scream, no need to run. The job is done.
No need to scream. I have no breath and all what’s left to me is death. I have no chance, never had. It is his order and my fate, now I will die. But there’ll be no pain and no need for me to sigh.
The assasin does his job. There is no pain. Here in Ankh Morpork they’re saint. No need to scream, no need to run. They’re much too good. The job is done. No need to scream, no need to run. The job is done.
The assasin does his job. There is no pain. Here in Ankh Morpork they’re saint. No need to scream, no need to run. They’re much too good. The job is done. No need to scream, no need to run. The job is done.
The assasin does his job. There is no pain. Here in Ankh Morpork they’re saint. No need to scream, no need to run. They’re much too good. The job is done. No need to scream, no need to run. The job is done.