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XIII: THE DEATH - Hashashiyyin

we were depicted as trained killers,
responsibles for a systematic elimination of opposing figures,
but Nothing is Real and Everything is permitted,
'cause we are Assassins

for Imam, Hassan-i Sabbah,
and the Nizari Ismailis order,
for Alamut, Masyaf and Justice
we kill and we die,
No god but the One God
my life for the Fortress
... Allah Hu Akbar

Nothing is real, everything is allowed, there is no truth or fate, no sun ... transvalutation of all values

[Whatever happens, happens, even the worst day of sunshine wanes
The man who doesn't know the sadness never has deep thoughts]

Not just one day of cold to freeze a deep river
I am firm in my plan and I can shape the world in my image
but when I'll return from this trip I'll never be the same person who left
I was stolen from the paradise and i need a life to come back

[Whatever happens, happens, even the worst day of sunshine wanes
The man who doesn't know the sadness never has deep thoughts]
...never has deep thoughts

Envy is like a grain of sand: small yet able to blind
Justice of men is a spider's web: the bumblebee can pass but the fly dies
many religions, but one only reason, this is not my will, what is real? I need only Heaven
I'm a tool, an outcast, imprisoned in my cage, hoping for reward ... my Paradise

What am I fightin' for? Against an illusion, inspired by a fake truth

... 'cause if nothing is real, anything goes