King Crimson - The Letters текст песни

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"