Gallows Hymn

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

Brother, many a crooked day we spent;
Telling tales and making myths...
And 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.


"History is often dictated by faith. Putting the worlds to rights while it passes you by. Is there honor in following your words to the bitter end despite being plagued with doubts?"

[The last part is being said underneath the music toward the end. You can make it out if you have the means to play with your audio frequencies.]