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