[Verse 1: Sick Jacken]
There was a man on the Hill with the murderous skill
He came from the east where the art revealed
And exiled to the Lost City
That's where he built a small set
That's known as assassins still
Kill soul, move real slow advance the trio
All the while with his face concealed
Pulling strings like a puppet master, slash the enemy grills
Stab his heart 'til the bastard squeals, a ruthless leader
A modern Roman Julius Ceasar expands exploits
Through battles in Arenas with the world elitist
Running strategies of war that were fetus ideas
To other generals, from them the assassin would free us
One from his tribe brought change to the mundane
A raw leader that flowed through the blood veins
He was the man that would link the chain
From the insane in the brain to the psycho gangs

[Chorus: Cynic]
The legend goes deeper than one can imagine
The lone man known as Muggs the assassin
He came from the east through destiny's passage
He trained on the Hill to become a grandmaster
It was there that he met the masked men
A rebel army led by Duke and Jacken
The end is yet to be written and exposed to masses
But the story is already a classic

[Verse 2: Sick Jacken]
It was 1-9-9-3 A.D. after the Devil
It was then he would meet the rebels
They were dwelling in the City of Angels
Amongst old ruins that were left and abandoned by anglos
Dark fist God's kids minus the halos
The presence of authority forced them to lay low
They wore gasmasks and lived underground
Since the civil war and brought numbers down
A General by the name Duke started revolt
And the assassin's man appeared through clouds of smoke
What he proposed brought hope to the sickside folk
When assassin bullets struck the general in the throat
It was rogue soldiers
It felt like the war was over
Fucked up like a blown covert
It was crossroads, a test faced by the masked men
Accept destiny or just fade into past tense

[Chorus: Cynic]
The legend goes deeper than one can imagine
The lone man known as Muggs the assassin
He came from the east through destiny's passage
He trained on the Hill to become a grandmaster
It was there that he met the masked men
A rebel army led by Duke and Jaken
The end is yet to be written and exposed to masses
But the story is already a classic

[Verse 3: Sick Jacken]
Let's Go!

With the general immobilized it's no suprise
That his brother took control of the reins to the empire
He drank heavily to deal with the pain
And was lost in a world of women, sin, and dark plains
It wasn't long 'til the fleet resumed
Sickdogs in the temple with the priest of boom
Enemies to the truth prepare to meet your doom
And face off with a street platoon
A black cloud looms over the storm
Psyclone in an ominous form
A cult leader with the deadliest swarm
Small arms were israeli and chrome
The big guns in the hands of the assassin
Who controlled the throne
He heard stories of the army of masks
The general still calls shots
Brother's still holding the flask
He decided to join force with double S camps
Now the Mask and the Assassin are one at last

[Chorus: Cynic]
The legend goes deeper than one can imagine
The lone man known as Muggs the assassin
He came from the east through destiny's passage
He trained on the Hill to become a grandmaster
It was there that he met the masked men
A rebel army led by Duke and Jaken
The end is yet to be written and exposed to masses
But the story is already a classic

[Outro]
The mask...
The assassin...