British Assassin - Dan Bull

[00:00.2]British Assassin - Dan Bull
[00:01.03]Written by：Dan Bull
[00:53.0]Over oceans civilisations behold
[00:55.24]The UK taking control
[00:56.76]A naval nation of old
[00:58.21]Built on a foundation of coal
[00:59.97]That was taken and sold
[01:01.31]So they could pave it with gold
[01:02.67]To make the altars that they failed
[01:04.0]To use to pray for the souls
[01:05.59]Who excavated and rolled
[01:06.92]Trains into stations to mould
[01:08.41]The global stage where they were playing a role
[01:10.63]For those who'd later withold
[01:12.12]Them from the tale that was told
[01:13.68]To fete the brave and the bold
[01:15.16]So they could claim it was stole
[01:16.62]Instead they lay in deprivation and cold
[01:18.8]Poor sanitation and mold
[01:20.22]Without a savior to follow
[01:21.79]It's not like they can enrol
[01:23.32]Rebel or make an assault
[01:24.76]Halt enter Evie Frye and Jacob
[01:27.270004]Revolt
[01:28.04]I am a British assassin
[01:29.94]Rather proficient in fashion
[01:31.25]Look in the mirror yeah the image is dashing
[01:34.56]I'm sending a templar to hell
[01:36.619995]On every single ring of Big Ben's Bell
[01:39.86]I am a British assassin
[01:41.509995]Me and my sister are cashing in
[01:42.92]On the city's riches and it's flipping cracking
[01:45.65]I send a templar unto the grave
[01:48.18]For every soot stained cobble with which London is paved
[01:50.82]This is a major event
[01:52.369995]So you best pay Jacob attention
[01:53.94]In in age of innovation invention
[01:55.770004]Evie and me are the train and the engine
[01:57.64]Slicing straight through the tension
[01:58.85]With a hidden blade to the tendon
[02:00.73]How clear can I state my intention
[02:02.41]Fed up of Gentry living rent free
[02:03.64]While peasants pay an arm and a leg for entry
[02:06.19]Don't send for a detective
[02:07.1]Let me make this Elementary
[02:08.94]I'm that assassin other chaps try and pretend to be
[02:12.04]My enemy's enemy's potentially a friend to me
[02:15.15]From Ezio and Edward Kenway through to Henry Green
[02:17.87]Killing is our business and in business we're immensely keen
[02:20.82]Roughing up these gangs
[02:21.74]Although there's nothing in my hands
[02:23.42]But for a couple of brass knuckles
[02:24.81]And a kukri that I swang'
[02:26.37]From the stricken slums of Southwark
[02:27.97]To the suckers in the strand
[02:29.48]Suddenly snuck into a cab
[02:30.61]And then I'm just another chap
[02:31.86]Strutting striding over Whitechapel
[02:33.16]Landing in Lambeth with ease
[02:35.25]Bite the Apple of Eden
[02:36.63]And plant the seeds in London's streets
[02:38.55]Come and reap the fruits of our labour
[02:40.05]And bite the hand that feeds
[02:41.33]We're the gang Anglia needs
[02:43.13]The Assassin's Creed
[02:44.19]We study war to run like water through the ruddy order
[02:47.2]Tend to every Templar starting with that bugger bloody Nora
[02:50.06]I make her blighters face my blade and die
[02:52.08]Veins are sliced
[02:52.92]Baptised by the rain at night
[02:54.48]They wish they were safe and dry
[02:56.09]So crack open a case of wine
[02:57.53]Grab your glass and raise it high
[02:58.75]Take your time to say goodbye
[03:00.25]Yours faithfully Jacob Frye
[03:01.73]I am a British assassin
[03:03.28]Rather proficient in fashion
[03:04.93]Look in the mirror yeah the image is dashing
[03:07.77]I'm sending a Templar to hell
[03:10.15]On every single ring of Big Ben's Bell
[03:13.36]I am a British assassin
[03:15.25]Me and my sister are cashing in
[03:16.73]On the city's riches and it's flipping cracking
[03:19.26]I send a Templar unto the grave
[03:21.84]For every soot stained cobble with which London is paved
[03:25.82]There's little more gory a thing than
[03:27.7]Living in Victorian England