Underground (Assassin's Creed Syndicate OST 35)

Take a look round lively old London 
Buzzing crowds we sweat and we revel 
Red-cheeked shouts and songs 
In the flicker of the gaslight 

Eager Blighty bursts from the cobblestones 
Racing, climbing blooming fertility 
Born from secret seeds 
That were scattered in the nighttime 

London is fed upon the meat of the dead 
They're one shallow inch below the town 

Underground 
Underground 
Leave them underground 

Them that whispered dreams that only poisoned us 

Them that told us lies of their bravery 
Them that preached of progress, and put us in the poorhouse 

Them done horrid murder on bloody stages 
Them that loudly crowed their humility 
Lords and dames that sung in the chapels on a Sunday 

All quiet now. 
Their mouths are stopped up by mud. 
They lie flung in rags and make no sound. 

Underground 
Underground 
Leave them underground 

Those who fought for something better 
Those who taught by how they lived 
Loved ones taken long before their work was done 

Underground 
Underground 
Leave them underground. 

Underground 
Underground 
Leave them underground.