Gallows Hymn — Primordial

Sister, do not pray for me There is no forgiveness here Just the longest, darkest night And my peoples end

Brother, many a crooked day we spent Telling tales and making myths Sharpening our tongues for the final fight Yet doing little but growing old

I was never 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