Heathen I Am

Of the ancestors shunning the missionaries, and that same spirit in us today.

I feel through the ancient sunsets

I breathe in the wind and the trees

I once had the girl and the hillsides

And a fighting family

I loved my family

And my sword.

I think of whoring 'til sunrise

I think of the day I will die

I know my path is destined

I trudge it with a smile

I laugh with the beautiful children

I cry with the wrinkled hag

I cry...

Heathen yes I am

Heathen yes I will

Accept what we are

Heathen through our death

I don't need your salvation

Your god is not for me

I once had the girl and the hillsides

And my family

Take it as read

Despite what you said

I have no need for change

I cry...

This is my way

There's no contest

I hail all the gods of the wind and the rain

Of pleasure and pain and more

I climb to the top of the hillside

My beautiful girl at my side

I swing my sword at the sky

And we cry...