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Backstory:

Lyrics:

                                                  
In the Fall of 64 in the midst of a Rebel Charge
I sent  4  gray coats to be Judged by our lord
left my bayonet, buried in the chest
of a blue eyed boy  about seventeen

Ain't a night goes by  I don't hear his cries 
and that agonizing scream

I'll never find any peace 
'til Satan takes me 
all I'll ever be
is a penitent drifter
tormented by the ghost's 
damning
Midnight whispers

Woke up half drunk, in the muddy streets of no where
my pistol in my mouth and a strangers judging stare
I crawled my way to an empty chair
in the saloon of Kings and Queens
Ain't a night goes by  I don't hear his cries 
and that agonizing scream

I'll never find any peace 
'til Satan takes me 
all I'll ever be
is a penitent drifter
tormented by the ghost's 
damning
Midnight whispers

I  am  hurting, broken,
 tired and guilty
waiting for the demons of hell,
 to come and get me


I'll never find any peace 
'til Satan takes me 
all I'll ever be
is a penitent drifter
tormented by the ghost's 
damning
Midnight whispers

Midnight whispers