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Cycle of life and death supposedly |
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Goes 'round and 'round yet it stops with me |
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Glorious hunter of my faith i have sinned |
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Killers are quiet like the the breath of the wind |
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Filling the shadows with forms of my own |
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Raised by kindred of get i was born |
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Abomination world in disarray |
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Killers are quiet when they seek the vitae |
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Reflection beckons a portal shard |
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Spiritual quest i must stay in guard |
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Stepping sideways betweens worlds i shift |
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Killers are quiet when they are born with the gift |
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Beautiful anguish cast out by my race |
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Now one that's ageless i save my own face |
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I write my own laws with death i break bread |
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Killers are quiet when they come from my hea |
