Текст, перевод и аккорды “The Letters”
- With quill and silver knife She carved a poison pen Wrote to her lovers wife: "your husbands seed has fed my flesh". As if a lepers face That tainted letter graced The wife with choke-stone throat Ran to the day with tear-blind eyes. Impaled on nails of ice And raked with emerald fire The wife with soul of snow With steady hands begins to write: "im still, I need no life To serve on boys and men Whats mine was yours is dead I take my leave of mortal flesh"
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