Aiden Lee, In shadow dwells
Garbed in darkness, blackest night
Silence lingers, quiet yells
Hidden figures, piercing might

Inquisitorious, his loyalty feign
Clan Taldryan, home asunder
Assassin's blood flow in his vein
Dulling eyes filled with no wonder

Traitor, his name, dragged out in mud
Run, Hide, away from the Light
Beaten, Bruised, dripping Blood
Never could he win this fight.

You know guys, I think we should run.
One misstep and we are quite done.
Lord Jac wants us dead,
INQ in his stead,
Assassins are not all that fun.

Tyrant of a time
A figure of victory
Legacy of Success
Dark times have come
Reduced to almost none
Youth must surpass the old
Against all odds
Never shall we fall

Manually added by Adept Marick Tyris