Oliver Bowden. Assassin's Creed: Renaissance (№ 346295)

When vain are all our hopes,
And all reliable plans suddenly the end will come,
When reign around some ignorant,
The hostess of our Death, your voice delivers.
All things to do in the life I lived,
The other swears to devote himself to art,
Sometimes the world just hate saved
The fourth hides their feelings.
Empty thoughts, stupid vanity
Over all of us once again prevail,
Until the Universe is ruled by vanity,
Sand through my fingers time elapses.
Fickle in the world of thought, manners, fashion,
Only Death unchallenged power over nature.