Testo di Gallows Hymn

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