信条为什么有奶香

our victories of multiplied our bond not so we could never have been everything has told us our love is impossible you are right something bigger has called us， but our love leaves in the duet only now we are letting go let the gods decide the gods are dead we must sacrifice our personal lives with the greater good all this darkness was for a reason， i was wrong to be so reckless in public without killing we must work in the shadows egypt has fallen gris， also and rome will fall to all will fall to the creed yet no one will know when we assassinate we assassinate only those who deserve it they few six souls who try to control us， but they will never know who we are cold calculated poets of the kill， i am fine with this， i am not a father anymore， i am not a husband， i am not a magi， i am made in one， we are the hero， we sharpen our blades and pull what hope is left for miss foul art what are you off now a new creed ours is finished。