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 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 are born with the gift
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