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