Some Feel
Some feel I don't exist
Never believing in what they see
Some feel that I am not fair
I leave no time for repentance
Tearing the vail Mending the vail
Tearing the vail
Some feel I bare the mark of man
A misguided philosophy
Some feel I kill for fun
I kill for life!
I can't escape what Gaia's left for me / No more
I can't deny the lack of morality / No less
Need time to think need time to think
Need to spill blood so I can drink
Take whay they give take what they give
Some feel I'm dead yet still I live
They don't know I'm immortal
They don't know they're just cattle
They don't know I'm eternal
Eternal
Killers are Quiet
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 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 in guard
Stepping sideways betweens worlds I shift
Killers 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 Death I break bread
Killers are quiet when they come from my head