Текст песни ZaKToMsK - Литерал Assassin's Creed Syndicate

In slow-mo hit!
Beats Van Damme.
The enemy has fallen!
The dregs of the ring to the side.
Podlyanku did not expect!
Hook on the hand rescued.
Brock was silent for ever!
Meeting the lads.
The crowd, he swung vlёt!
Leave the boy alone,
And you'll get to the pope.
On your knees bet,
I will cut off all the offspring.
I can cut into pieces with a knife,
Without batting an eye.
Rooks though no eagles,
But the finger does not.
On the coach flew,
As the locomotive at Kumara.
Beau on the hara,
You've come!
Zalomat, soared in tandem.
Not a mug!
Shot in the face, win!
The bar has collected all
Say Templars: "Goodbye."
Win the crowd, you will win freedom!
In the name of brotherhood, truth
Porvёm together shackles.
Union century it named, it is sealed by all.
Our syndicate our order, our family.