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.