We strike when it's dark,
And we will rip your neck.
We sneak in the shadow,
We will strangle you to death.
We are one, too much to handle,
We will mutilate you, armed with a blade and a sickle.
We are the wind that blows silently,
We are ninjas that kills stealthily.
You can run as far as you can,
We will shred you to pieces with our shurikens.
Don't breathe too hard we can hear your heart beats,
Our katana will pierce through your heart till' it no longer beats.
We have the heart of an assassin,
We live shredding blood of those who are unworthy.
We cleanse the world of the cunning corruptionist,
**** one, save a thousand! We are sworn to **** as cold as can be.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
We strike when it's dark,
And we will rip your neck.
We sneak in the shadow,
We will strangle you to death.
We are one, too much to handle,
We will mutilate you, armed with a blade and a sickle.
We are the wind that blows silently,
We are ninjas that kills stealthily.
You can run as far as you can,
We will shred you to pieces with our shurikens.
Don't breathe too hard we can hear your heart beats,
Our katana will pierce through your heart till' it no longer beats.
We have the heart of an assassin,
We live shredding blood of those who are unworthy.
We cleanse the world of the cunning corruptionist,
**** one, save a thousand! We are sworn to **** as cold as can be.
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