Cycle of life and d**h supposedly
goes 'round and 'round yet it stops with me
Glorious hunter of my faith I have sinned
k**ers 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
k**ers 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
k**ers 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 d**h I break bread
k**ers are quiet when they come from my head