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