Killers Are Quiet
Cycle of life and death supposedlygoes 'round and 'round yet it stops with meGlorious hunter of my faith I have sinnedKillers are quiet like the the breath of the wind
Filling the shadows with forms of my ownRaised by kindred of Get I was bornAbomination world in disarrayKillers are quiet when they seek the vitae
Reflection beckons a portal shardSpiritual quest I must stay in guardStepping sideways betweens worlds I shiftKillers are quiet when they are born with the gift
Beautiful Anguish cast out by my raceNow one that's Ageless I save my own faceI write my own laws with Death I break breadKillers are quiet when they come from my head