A deadly sort of beautiful stealth.
A cunning kind of silent persiscion.
A spinning stlye of burning fight.
I'm an assassin, running free tonight.
Past the moon, across the stars
Running with blades and a metalic heart
Gliding over tiled rooves.
Others have tried to lure me away
Claim the prize
But the loot only matters to the pirates and the theives
I have class (with a few lies).
I have fought back against their twisted games
Dark alleyways, or rich mansions,
They're all the same.
What this world really needs is an assassin.