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