Original lyrics

EN

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