The shadows of my dead men,
They haunt me through the night;
So many lives I've taken,
In every pointless fight.

My path is hard and killing,
My hands are stained with blood;
There is no other feeling
But rage inside my heart.

My skills, forged in the battles,
Reveal a thug in me.
I'm trained to kill and shatter
By anyone's decree.

I hate the sunny weather -
It's difficult to hide.
The mist is my best shelter
From all the prying eyes.

Concealed beneath the nightfall,
I ride my iron horse;
My only friend's my rifle,
The moonlight fuels my force...

No one will recognize me,
No one can make me stop.
I may be your assassin;
I'll drown you in blood.

I seek my prey,
I live to kill,
Assassin's fate,
Assassin's creed...