(Connor Kenway & Charles Lee)
For years your death was the purpose of my existence,
For years your bigotry has shown nothing but consistence.
For a time I thought my search in vain,
Yet one day I found you-not so sane.
Until the day I see you die,
The rage I bear will never satisfy.
You and your people are the scum of this earth,
Living like animals from the day of your birth.
The smartest of your lot fall on their knees and beg mercy,
Your endeavor is fruitless can't you see?
If one plan falls we forge another,
I'll not stop until the day I see you suffer.
You run like a coward when the end is near,
I catch a glimpse and all I see is fear.
You think you can avoid the revenge I've sought for years?
You will die by my blade like the rest of your peers.
Alas today is the day your end is nigh,
With one last drink say good bye.