It is doneBlood is dripping down my skinI know nothing, of guilt and sinBlood is dripping down my bladeOur meeting, it was fateHe died in silence at my feetI am an Assassin, I live by the Creed
Merciless AssassinBe prepared to meet your fateI will let you taste my bladeSoon it´s time and when we meetThen you shall kneel down to my feetBeg for mercy which I won´t showOnly this for you to knowAwait your death in pain and fearRemember my name...it´s Altair
Blade of the AssassinsBlood will be shed and life will fadeWe are at war, we raise the BladeA promise of death, that you will feelIt comes in silence, the cold, hard steelThis war we fight, it is our fateBlood will stick, on the Hidden Blade.
The Beauty of a WomanThe beauty of a womanIs like the lotus -Most of it is hidden from the eye.
Suit Of ArmorWhat people see on my outsideIsn't really me.It's just a suit of armorWith a welded smile.What people see on my outsideIsn't who I am.I say things I don't believe,And hide the things I like.What people see on my outsideIsn't how I feel.I laugh and joke and play,But I'm alone in a crowd.So before you're quick to judge meThink,Because what you see on my outsideProbably isn't me.
they always saypeople always say thatthey were born on days whicheither down-pouredor flurriedor boasted sunny skies -me, i don't remember anything,i couldn't remember anything,my mind wasn't made up yet.all i know is that i was bornin a month thatcomes roaring like a lionand leaves like a lamb -it's just before the flowers comeand dreams fade awayto the smell of roses in themorning.i must be a lion-girl,'cause the bitter cold still grips my bonessometimes.people always saythat childhood was dream-likeand that they miss itand that it was the best in their lives;me, all i rememberis flowers in my hairand rainbows in my eyes,the wind knocking me overto a coming storm -fireflies in a jar,hitting glass against hope while their lightsblink out one by one -television in the morningwhen school should have beena forethought.i remember so much,but not enough to piece it all togetheragain.people always saythat they want to grow up so fastand then wish they hadn't;i under
windfallI would gather allthe seven seas for you.for me, you would notspare a raindrop.
While It BurnsWhy does a moth flyDirectly into the flame?Perhaps its captivatedBy the beauty to be foundIn such pure recreationOr perhapsIt flies so surelyInto its own deathBecause it believesThe flames of rebirthWill allow it a second chanceAt metamorphosis,And perhaps that this time...It will appear a butterfly.Perhaps this is the only thingIt can force itself to believeWhile it burns.
InvisibleWe are the invisible onesThe ones they don't noticeBut we're always thereTogetherUnitedLiving our livesOn our ownProudly unknownNot caring anymoreAbout what they think of usBeing ourselvesAlways
I Found God In the AtheistI found God in the Atheist, whilst I found Satan in the Christian.However, I must admit, that defacing the fraud was my intention.The experiment began when I attended my church,beside me on the pew, the woman of God perched.We sang, we listened, and we prayed together,our performance as flawless as a pure white feather.However, when it was time to go, we passed a homeless boy,who stood barefoot, and cold in the white snow.This woman of God was rich you see,and had much more money than a poor Christian like me,yet I spared my coat, and my old lunch money,and I looked towards the woman to supply change to fill the cold child's tummy.Change she had not, and she left with a feral laugh,“He'll just use it for drugs” claimed the pompous ass.Long story short, the poor boy had died,yet no drugs filled his body, rather maggots and flies.She attended church next Sunday, that treacherous bitch,and suddenly her praying sounded like a hex from a witch.Our church was a
When I Have Left and Gone...When I have left and goneWill you realize what you did to me? see you theWhen dawnWill you want me there beside you?When I have left and goneWill you see how you Let Me FallInto this suffocating pit of despairThat chokes the breath out of me.When I have left and goneAnd you are left in my path of anger Will you be able to move onKnowing I cannot forgive you?The feeling that I was not importantThat I was only ever going to be second best That I could never be praisedAnd lovedTore me apart….And you let me br e a k iInto p s on the floor e e cAnd I can never be put backT o g e t h e r .
Candle WaxYou meltmy heartlike candle wax,but I'm afraidover timeI'll getburnt.
We are AssassinsNo matter how much blood we spillNo matter how many graves we fillForever we are meant to fightWe work in the dark, to serve the light