Lyrics
There was a man on the Hill with the murderous skill
He came from the east where the art revealed
And exiled to the Lost City
That's where he built a small set
That's known as assassins still
Kill soul, move real slow advance the trio
All the while with his face concealed
Pulling strings like a puppet master, slash the enemy grills
Stab his heart 'til the bastard squeals, a ruthless leader
A modern Roman Julius Ceasar expands exploits
Through battles in Arenas with the world elitist
Running strategies of war that were fetus ideas
To other generals, from them the assassin would free us
One from his tribe brought change to the mundane
A raw leader that flowed through the blood veins
He was the man that would link the chain
From the insane in the brain to the psycho gangs
The legend goes deeper than one can imagine
The lone man known as Muggs the assassin
He came from the east through destiny's passage
He trained on the Hill to become a grandmaster
It was there that he met the masked men
A rebel army led by Duke and Jacken
The end is yet to be written and exposed to masses
But the story is already a classic
It was 1-9-9-3 A.D. After the Devil
It was then he would meet the rebels
They were dwelling in the City of Angels
Amongst old ruins that were left and abandoned by anglos
Dark fist God's kids minus the halos
The presence of authority forced them to lay low
They wore gasmasks and lived underground
Since the civil war and brought numbers down
A General by the name Duke started revolt
And the assassin's man appeared through clouds of smoke
What he proposed brought hope to the sickside folk
When assassin bullets struck the general in the throat
It was rogue soldiers
It felt like the war was over
Fucked up like a blown covert
It was crossroads, a test faced by the masked men
Accept destiny or just fade into past tense