Joker: V.1.2

This cycle of life and death
The glorious hunter of my faith
I have sinned
Killers are quiet like the breath of the wind

Filling the shadow with forms of my own
Raised and kindred of seighk I was born
Abomination world in disarray
Killers are quiet as they hide from the day

When your reflections seen
My eyes search hard
In this spiritual quest I must wait and guard
Stepping sideways between twilight I shift
Killers are quiet when they are born with the gift

This beautiful anguish cast out by my race
Now one that's ageless I save m own face
I write my own laws with death I break bread,
This killer is quiet as he comes from my head.