The Letters

[Verse 1] With quill and silver knife She carved a poison pen Wrote to her lover's wife "Your husband's seed has fed my flesh" As if a leper's face That tainted letter graced The wife with choke-stone throat Ran to the day with tear-blind eyes [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] Impaled on nails of ice And raked o'er emerald fire The wife with soul of snow With steady hand begins to write "I'm still, I need no life To serve on boys and men What's mine was yours is dead I take my leave of mortal flesh"