CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Assassins Creed Unity
An eagle soars as the streets all crawl
With people, stores and debris on the floor
We sweep up in awe at the cathedral walls
This city's laws are in need of rehaul
Freedom calls
Soldiers amassing and stacking their ammunition
Deep in the courts
Stand in a Rank V, tattered banners and flags, enacting a massacre
The assassins see this and leap from the walls
Unsure what the August Decrees did at all
Are you sure the Bastille couldn't fall?
We should rally morale and proceed with the war
Locks are chopped
The drawbridge drops
The raucus flock 'til they're rеaching
The courts ignoring the shots, meat
For thе slaughter, bleed on the floor, just reeking of gore
Thanks a lot to the sans-culottes
For yanking off the breeches they wore
Breaching the walls and windows leap to the floor
And then smokescreen it
Before defeating the bourgeoisie with a claw
I'm sure we've seen this before
Better catch and dispatch him
Or that matchstick'll blast this bastion to ashes
That sort of action's a burning mistake
Chat to my back 'cause I'm turning away
The earliest grave is the turn of
Your fate, courtesy of the dear Third Estate
With people, stores and debris on the floor
We sweep up in awe at the cathedral walls
This city's laws are in need of rehaul
Freedom calls
Soldiers amassing and stacking their ammunition
Deep in the courts
Stand in a Rank V, tattered banners and flags, enacting a massacre
The assassins see this and leap from the walls
Unsure what the August Decrees did at all
Are you sure the Bastille couldn't fall?
We should rally morale and proceed with the war
Locks are chopped
The drawbridge drops
The raucus flock 'til they're rеaching
The courts ignoring the shots, meat
For thе slaughter, bleed on the floor, just reeking of gore
Thanks a lot to the sans-culottes
For yanking off the breeches they wore
Breaching the walls and windows leap to the floor
And then smokescreen it
Before defeating the bourgeoisie with a claw
I'm sure we've seen this before
Better catch and dispatch him
Or that matchstick'll blast this bastion to ashes
That sort of action's a burning mistake
Chat to my back 'cause I'm turning away
The earliest grave is the turn of
Your fate, courtesy of the dear Third Estate
