Cycle of life and death supposedly goes 'round and 'round yet it stops with me Glorious hunter of my faith I have sinned Killers are quiet like the the breath of the wind
Filling the shadows with forms of my own Raised by kindred of Get I was born Abomination world in disarray Killers are quiet when they seek the vitae
Reflection beckons a portal shard Spiritual quest I must stay in guard Stepping sideways betweens worlds I shift Killers are quiet when they are born with the gift
Beautiful Anguish cast out by my race Now one that's Ageless I save my own face I write my own laws with Death I break bread Killers are quiet when they come from my head
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