Gospel Of A Bullet - These Are They

Gospel of a bullet

The only faith I know

I see you pray at the waters

Do you repent the sins you sow

Tell me now of this fortune

You insist I follow through

Do not lie of the man I shot

In my wake do dead haunt you

Hatchet Jack kept the books

Of the lost banshee mines

Preacher Mordecai Gates, knows

Marshall Black will hunt for you

Tell me how we find the mines

Tell me who I see

Come up from off your kneew

Speak now what you keep from me

Under the alter

They keep the map in a vaulted case

Marshall Black has the key

Upon the land in his place

I will find and steal the key

While Mordecai is fast asleep

The I’ll creep into your room

Fine company you shall keep

Go

Into the night

Hide

Stay from ones sight

Watch

For my return

Burn

One candle’s light

Gospel of a bullet

The only faith I know

I’ve seen you pray at the waters

Did you repent the sins you sow

Now I’m told of this fortune

I insist you follow through

Do not lie to me tonight

In my wake do dead haunt you