[Intro – Spoken / Ad-libbed] London fog, blades in the night… Templars on the throne, I’m takin’ what’s mine. Oi, time to show these bastards the Creed. [Verse 1] Step in the smoke, top hat, no crown, Rooks on deck, runnin’ this town. London grit in my blood, no fear, Every red coat know when I’m near. Templars talk big from the ivory towers, But I move in the dark, I devour cowards. Industrial chains, I’m here to break ‘em, Blades in my cuffs, yeah, I make ‘em shake, son. Got Evie on my flank, brain and brawn, She’s the calm in the storm, I’m the fight at dawn. Brass knucks swing, steam fills the air, Revolution’s comin’, better say your prayers. [Hook – Chant / Anthemic] We run these streets, yeah, we own the night, Shadows sharp when the gas lamps light. Rooks on the rise, and we don’t bow down, Jacob Frye with the black top crown. Blood in the Thames, truth in the creed, Templar kings ‘bout to beg and bleed. London mine, better step aside, When the Rooks march in, there’s nowhere to hide. [Verse 2] From Whitechapel corners to Westminster walls, I fight for the broken, I answer their calls. Gangs in the alleys, trains on the rails, I built my empire through fire and jails. Punch like a hammer, cut like a blade, Built a brotherhood in the mess they made. No lords, no queens, just blood and steel, Every scar on my hands? London feels. Swagger in my step, revolution on my tongue, I ain’t no hero, just a devil that’s young. Templars crumble when I walk in the room, Clockwork empire, tick tick… boom. [Hook – Chant / Anthemic] We run these streets, yeah, we own the night, Shadows sharp when the gas lamps light. Rooks on the rise, and we don’t bow down, Jacob Frye with the black top crown. Blood in the Thames, truth in the creed, Templar kings ‘bout to beg and bleed. London mine, better step aside, When the Rooks march in, there’s nowhere to hide. [Bridge – Slower, Intense] In the smoke, I see the cost, Every victory built on loss. But if I fall, I fall with pride, London’s soul won’t be denied. Evie whisperin’ truth in the wind, Balance in chaos, blood on skin. Freedom’s not clean — it’s forged in fire, I’m the spark that lights empire. [Final Hook – Big & Anthemic] We run these streets, yeah, we own the night, Shadows sharp when the gas lamps light. Rooks on the rise, and we don’t bow down, Jacob Frye with the black top crown. Blood in the Thames, truth in the creed, Templar kings ‘bout to beg and bleed. London mine, better step aside, When the Rooks march in, there’s nowhere to hide. [Outro – Spoken / Whispered] London’s ours now… And the Creed lives on.
