the_sico
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 breath of the wind
Filling the shadows with forms of my own
Raised
goes round and round yet it stops with me
Glorious hunter of my faith I have sinned
Killers are quiet like 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 on guard
Stepping sideways betweens worlds I shift
Killers are quiet when they're 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
Abomination world in disarray
Killers are quiet when they seek the vitae
Reflection beckons a portal shard
Spiritual quest I must stay on guard
Stepping sideways betweens worlds I shift
Killers are quiet when they're 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
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