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 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 on guard stepping sideways between worlds i shift killers are quiet when they're born with the gift beautiful anguish, casat 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