The Assassin

A shadow creeping through the night

breathing in silence, hardly any sound

Warily avoiding light

cloaked in blackness, noone is around

Only the moon could see his face

emotionless, determined and pale

No sign, no trace

A moonlit lane,

so quiet and alone

No sign, no trace

A sudden blink: the dagger's

blade is drawn On that mission

I am straight

They demand I'll spill

blood at their feet

My work is based on hate,

on jealousy and greed

Stand up to me and fight

Forever you can't hide

Your death is my concern

By night I shall return

There is no shade in his hood

not even light in his eyes

His skull-key masters the lock

a dream will end

with a horrible surprise I don't know the way you lived

I'll never know your kin

or what you did

which makes me take

your breathing air

but honestly: I don't care!

On that mission...

Why should I be

punished in hellfire?

I'm just the bearer

being hired!

On that mission...

At dawn you will have learned!