I slowly sharpen my blade
waiting for the moment his blood be spilled
hoping his life will fade
i dearly want this kill
i jam the metal blade into my sheathe
i blow out the candles and walk out the door
as i walk through town i barely breathe
all i cant think about is my next score
i see my victim walk into the alley way
i draw my sword without a sound
i think to myself what a perfect day
i walk slowly watching my feet hit the ground
I swing the blade as hard as i can
he turns to see my blade very near
i slice his head of at the chin
i have just killed this man without shedding a tear
blood pools on the ground
i pull a vial out from my boot
i fill it full with the blood that is all around
i go to the boss to collect my loot
