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Throatbroker

Dealer in pain

Deaths soldier

Assassination trained

I

Am a shadow

Inside

Your mind

Terror

Fills your soul

Nowhere

Left to hide

Throatbroker

Hired blade

Evisceration

Is my trade

Cloak

And dagger

Infiltrator

Agent of death

No one will suspect

Hidden in darkness steal your last breath

Bringing you to your grave

Murderous intent

You cannot be saved

I am the throatbroker

Frederick

Barbarossa

Ordered in the hit

Holy roman emperor

Take out the pulpit

Papal

Power has grown

Traveling

To Rome

The secular lords will reward me

The pope I must dethrone

Bringing you to your grave

Murderous intent

You cannot be saved

I am the throatbroker

Crouched position

Avoiding suspicion

Sneaking through alleys

To complete my mission

Holding the torch

I'm into the porch

A sabotage job

With no remorse

Hunting down that fucking pope

Papacide there's no more hope

Under the alter

Of the Sistine chapel

The pope is my target

I'm armed with a scalpel

Below his robes

His ankles are exposed

I'm ready to saw

His achilles to the bone

Mangled catholic on the ground

Let him fucking bleed out

Taking the papal seal

Proof of my deed

If anyone's in need

I am the throatbroker