An Assassin's Joy
It's the crimson serenade of screams,
neighbors woken from sweet dreams, the pouring life from open veins, the deathly screams of lethal pains,
It's the cry for mercy in the night,
that keeps an assassin's heart alight, the unwritten rules that have been laid, like live by the sword die by the blade,
It's the thrill of the chase,
how their victim's hearts race, the success of the kill, on a night deadly still,
an assassin
Death's Fee
The night goes cold deathly and still Death is on the prowl looking for a kill
You try to run but cannot flee Death is here and wants his fee
A blade slashes out covered in blood Then you hit the ground with a sickly thud
You beg for mercy but cannot see Death is here and wants his fee
As your life begins to fade An ultimate price paid
The night goes cold deathly and still Death is on the prowl looking for a kill
=F|A= Shadow!