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 thats 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
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