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"