dem0nicw0lf

I call my works fiction Because the words are lies But even then words can become A disguise over time and somehow I've mastered the art of hiding the Truth between the lines and I guess, it's really no surprise That sometimes I can't even devise If I'm actually experiencing reality So this time around I swore That some things should stay Locked up, far away in the back corner Of hidden drawers and locked doors and covered with no mores But there's a reason I threw away the key It's hard to ignore the temptation of giving in And believe me, secrets cause so many sleepless Nights Where even the slightest glancing thought Reunites my mind with

Be prepared to meet your fate I will let you taste my blade Soon it´s time and when we meet Then you shall kneel down to my feet Beg for mercy which I won´t show Only this for you to know Await your death in pain and fear Remember my name...it´s Altair

Blood is dripping down my skin I know nothing, of guilt and sin Blood is dripping down my blade Our meeting, it was fate He died in silence at my feet I am an Assassin, I live by the Creed

Blood will be shed and life will fade We are at war, we raise the Blade A promise of death, that you will feel It comes in silence, the cold, hard steel This war we fight, it is our fate Blood will stick, on the Hidden Blade.

No matter how much blood we spill No matter how many graves we fill Forever we are meant to fight We work in the dark, to serve the light

...On the first day of Christmas, my dead dad gave to me; too many responsibilities. On the second day of Christmas, my dead dad gave to me; a Templar fucking army; and too many responsibilities. On the third day of Christmas, my dead dad gave to me, a few contracts, a Templar fucking army, and too many responsibilities. On the fourth day of Christmas, my dead dad gave to me, one guild of thieves, a few contracts, a Templar fucking army, and too many responsibilities. On the fifth day of Christmas, my dead dad gave to me, A, HOUSE OF WHORES~, one guild of thieves, a few contracts, a Templar fucking army, and too many responsibilities. On