Letra de The Letters (Live)
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 eyesImpaled 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"