In history books you will not read

About the nascence of the Creed

It was not Brutus did the deed

I am the Assasseen

On orders given from higher power

And striking at appointed hour

I met the princes in the tower

I am the Assasseen

The Master sensed I was his best

So gave to me the greatest test

A task he called “Marie Celeste”

I am the Assasseen

I watched him slumber on his bed

As still as if already dead

Then left an ice pick in his head

I am the Assasseen

The Master later honoured me

To still the brothers Kennedy’s

Politcal hegemony

I am the Assasseen

As mortal flesh will fade and die

As those I killed so too will I

My numbers though will multiply

I am the Assasseen