For Liberty Tis the revolution Muskets fire Cannon smoke fills the air Red coats muster their strength While the natives lie in wait For the wings of liberty soar In one man does the war lay its fate His bretheren before him spoke "Niente è vero, tutto è permesso...Requiescat in pace" Before the deed was commenced A single blade to the heart Slowly he fell and in cold eyes saw The peaked hood The eagle feather His eyes he drew red with anger For his son slew a templar But the biggest pain yet Was the creed's crest he wore on his chest An Assassin
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