[Instrumental] [Verse 1] From the stones of Masyaf, where the eagles cry, A blade in the crowd, hidden in plain sight. Altaïr walks silent, faith carved in steel, Learning the cost of what’s false, what is real. Through Renaissance streets, bells cut the air, Ezio runs rooftops with vengeance and flair. From boyhood to legend, through loss and through fire, He forged the Creed sharper than hate or desire. [Pre-Chorus] Across every age, every blood-stained page, One truth survives every war we wage— [Chorus] Nothing is true, everything’s permitted, We live in the cracks where the light is omitted. From shadows we rise, to shadows we fall, Bound by the Creed, we answer the call. [Instrumental] [Verse 2] Steel sings in the colonies, red coats advance, A war for a nation, a dangerous chance. Connor stands torn between worlds at war, Roots in the earth, but his heart wants more. Black flags in the wind, hear the cannons roar, Edward chased freedom, then found something more. Not gold, not glory, but brothers at sea, A pirate who learned what it means to be free. [Pre-Chorus] Empires crumble, but the war remains, Different names, same blood, same chains— [Chorus] Nothing is true, everything’s permitted, Kings write the rules, then call us the wicked. We strike, then vanish, we fracture the lie, History bends when the Assassins apply. [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Paris in flames, revolution cries, Arno runs grief through the teeth of the knives. Love and betrayal share one thin line, When freedom is messy and never divine. Twin shadows in London, the gears and the grime, Jacob’s fists fly, Evie reads time. Brawls and blueprints, the city divided, By wit and by fury, the Templars were guided— Straight to their end. [Bridge] Sand in the lungs, under burning suns, Bayek weeps for the father he’s become. From Medjay to myth, from loss to the light, The Creed is born in the dead of the night. Spear meets destiny, gods start to fall, Kassandra stands laughing, defying them all. Immortal in spirit, in battle, in will, A mercenary heart that the world couldn’t kill. [Verse 4] Rivers of ice, northern skies burn, Eivor sails where the cold winds turn. Raven-eyed drifter, torn by belief, Between old gods’ promises and hidden truth’s teeth. From chronicles lost to futures unseen, The Animus hums between what has been. Bloodlines entangle, the past pulls the string, Every Assassin is history’s sting. [Instrumental] [Final Chorus] Nothing is true, everything’s permitted, We break the control they say is “fitted.” Through every era, through blade and belief, We fight for the choice beneath power and grief. From Altaïr’s oath to the last leap of faith, We carve our own paths, we spit at their fate. In crowds or alone, in silence or flame— We are the shadows. Remember the name. [Outro] Leap of faith— The world waits below. [Instrumental]
