Gallows Hymn - Primordial

Sister, do not pray for me

There is no forgiveness here

Just the longest and the darkest night

And my peoples end

And brother, many a crooked day we spent

Telling tales and making myths

Sharpening our tongues

Yet doing little but growing old

I never was a religious man

So why should I put my faith in you?

You burned your bridges a long time ago

I’m a Heathen, searching for his soul