Paroles de Assassins

Assassins From great Persia Blows hot winds Created by the last breath Of a thousand men Carrying the smell of blood (and herbs) Through the sands of time Eden on earth Is where we pay for our crimes With the sand storm They will come Bye the light of their blades They make their path Carrying the smell of blood (and herbs) Through the sands of time Eden on earth Is where we pay for our crimes Nothing can stop us In the hunt for our prey We learned the truth And it leads our way There?s no truth There?s no truth at all!