Assassin's Creed Syndicate

(Syndicate)

19th century, London, where evil hides
In factories exploiting women and men
Little girls and boys, under the bourgeois yoke that oppresses
Justifying crime while lies protect their names

Templars ruling in this British capital
With a velvet glove and tyrannical hands and gravestones
Of the proletariat lining the path
Changing fate is in the hands of the assassins

Jacob and Evie Frye will make you run
They’re gonna put an end to the evil around
Two twins combining stealth and fierceness
They’re the key piece for this change to begin

No pain, the fight starts on the train's roof
Steam-powered, making leaps of faith from Big Ben
Few believe what their eyes see, the mission to do good
Hunting Templars and finding fragments of Eden

In England resides The Brotherhood
Searching for truth, diminishing evil
Bringing sanity and goodness to this madness
And cleaning up the Templar trash from the city

We ask you to be strong and to fight
Fight to have what you deserve
We’ll support you when you reclaim
We are Assassins, we are Syndicate

Drive that carriage through a thousand cities and places
No baggage, just the revolver I brought
And a rope dart to travel to that rooftop
You’ll cry when I drop down and take these hits

Electric bombs, kukris, and a sharp cane
These will be the tools that leave you knocked out
I’m sorry you won’t change your attitude
Because if you’re a Blighter, you’ll face the Rooks

Charles Dickens' novels, Karl Marx's revolution
Darwin's theory, Alexander Graham Bell's inventions
They’ll see everything the streets narrate without calm
Of a city with experiences and soul

Our ideals will make history
We’re not the queen, but we always achieve victory
We don’t seek glory, just to erase injustices
And our expertise will be etched in your memory

In England resides The Brotherhood
Searching for truth, diminishing evil
Bringing sanity and goodness to this madness
And cleaning up the Templar trash from the city

We ask you to be strong and to fight
Fight to have what you deserve
We’ll support you when you reclaim
We are Assassins, we are Syndicate

From the Thames River to Whitechapel
No one escapes or won’t be caught in time
Hood and hidden blade solve the debate
And we’ll leave the vile Crawford Starrick in checkmate

No one causing pain will come out alive
Be it Lucy Thorne or even Jack the Ripper
I call it justice, you call it murder
When the worker suffers, we’ll be their union

In England resides The Brotherhood
Searching for truth, diminishing evil
Bringing sanity and goodness to this madness
And cleaning up the Templar trash from the city

We ask you to be strong and to fight
Fight to have what you deserve
We’ll support you when you reclaim
We are Assassins, we are Syndicate