Cycle of life and death supposedly Goes around and around yet it stops with me Glorious hunters 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 between 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!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
