Ballads Of The Forgotten Poem by Hell 'Farya

I know of a band from long before,
They sang heretics in verses,
Roaming the land as their forebears,
They sang, they cursed, they cried.
Not one was known in their land,
Not one was known in their land beyond.

I know of a father from long before,
He had countless sons but none,
Without care he washed his age in wine,
Luxuries, women, his very own blend.
Not one of his resting place was known,
Not one of his seeds attended his funeral.

I know of a preacher from long before,
He spake words of lightning,
Casted out demons and the unholies,
Ka! Bash! Ahh! He binded and loosed.
Not one of his ways was holy,
Not one of his doings was permanent.

I know of a woman from long before,
Sought a living night to night,
Comforted men than she did herself.
She sweat, groaned and cursed herself,
Not one of her days was fruitful,
Not one of her days gave her pleasure.