Sister, do not pray for me.nThere is no forgiveness here.nJust the longest and the darkest night...nAnd my peoples end...nnBrother, many a crooked day we spent;nTelling tales and making myths...nAnd sharpening our tongues,nYet doing little but growing old.nnI never was a religious man!nSo why should I put my faith in you?nYou burned your bridges a long time ago.nI'm a heathen, searching for his soul.nnnHistory 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?nn[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.]n