| Man, I feel like a superstar | 
| In a high powered supercar | 
| Shoot for the stars, no stopping me | 
| I’m revving up a cacophony | 
| Doesn’t matter whatever you offer me | 
| Won’t swap it for anything, honestly | 
| The road ahead of me’s calling | 
| And pole position is where I’ve just got to be | 
| I’m an ace in a race, set a pace | 
| That’ll take you to a range of places | 
| Make you say «Ooh, great, amazing» | 
| A trail in my wake as I blaze away | 
| ‘cause it’s the way that I make my paper | 
| Do me a favour: Get out of my way, bruh | 
| Boy racer with places to be | 
| So it’s safe to say I’ll see you later | 
| Forza Motorsport | 
| Will open doors to a sort of ocean port | 
| That’ll flow a course from coast to shores | 
| The poetry of motion’s yours | 
| Saddle up, we’re going on tour | 
| You’ll ride astride your chosen horse | 
| Through a load of applause | 
| Such force | 
| You were only supposed to blow the doors | 
| Horsepower, galloping gallantly | 
| Shoot for the stars, Galileo Galilei | 
| Hey! | 
| Don’t prang my McClaren, geez | 
| The tab to patch up the damage | 
| Is grand as your annual salary | 
| And apparently you just cannot handle me | 
| So hand me the keys as I shoot for the stars | 
| Blasting these supercars | 
| To a brand new galaxy | 
| Let’s go! | 
| There’s dead on every street | 
| The city’s a cemetery | 
| So evidently, you better believe | 
| It’s better to get up and leave | 
| If that’s something you’ll ever achieve | 
| Well then you will need to get a bit mean | 
| With the endless sea of horrendous beings | 
| That’ll see your flesh as a delicacy | 
| They want to find out how your meat tastes | 
| One bite is all it takes | 
| Should you make a small mistake | 
| They’ll make you their next gourmet steak | 
| The stakes have been raised, son | 
| Can you stave the invasion? | 
| From the cradle, to the grave, you’ll save | 
| All walks of life and death when you slay them | 
| I’ll make tools, then I slay fools | 
| Though I break rules, stay faithful | 
| To the label of a fellow cutting straight through you | 
| From the nape of the neck to the navel | 
| Maybe it’s painful, maybe it’s not | 
| I don’t know, your brains are all rotten | 
| And though you may have forgotten the way that it was | 
| I won’t let you forget when I take you to God | 
| With a homemade blade aimed straight at your schnoz | 
| I don’t suppose there’ll be that much tissue left | 
| To let you blow your nose | 
| And so it goes on | 
| The contagion continues | 
| It’ll blatantly take | 
| Every grain of the patience | 
| And latent frustration | 
| That’s waiting within you | 
| Skill… | 
| Let’s take it back! | 
| Rome, the place I name as my home | 
| Made it my own and I’ll die before I see it overthrown | 
| I’m one of the most valiant fighters | 
| I’m known as Marius Titus | 
| This city’s in my blood | 
| As valuable as my life is | 
| With all of the troops, Legions at hand | 
| We’re ruling a huge region of land | 
| Reaching through France and even Britannia | 
| And for that, we’ve Caesar to thank | 
| For seizing it and I think of the man | 
| When I’m leading a siege and I see that the ranks | 
| Are in need of command, eager to mangle | 
| A people as weak as we are grand | 
| Ryse… | 
| This isn’t my kind of war | 
| The thing that I’m fighting for | 
| Gibbon’s Decline and Fall | 
| Didn’t begin describing all | 
| The wicked things that Titus saw | 
| His sight is raw, his eyes are sore | 
| Lives withdrawn with violent force | 
| Civilian killing with knives and swords | 
| Now my kids and wife are torn asunder | 
| Souls all but plundered | 
| I hunger for vengeance on the men responsible | 
| I’ve called their number | 
| I’m a lord of thunder | 
| Striding right in with the force and might | 
| Of lightning strikes, I will never bore or tire | 
| Of war or fighting | 
| RYSE! | 
| Welcome to the next generation! |