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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 hea
