I hear them say her name like she belongs to them
But I know how fickle she can be
My love for her knows no end
Their hate for me the same
I'll forever keep the souls she sends to me
I'll write this letter
Withered hand upon the pen
Poured out in ink blood red
To Life, my love, from Death
They keep her from my hands
My fingers from her throat
But her eyes, her lips, her heart
They know she's mine, she's mine, she's mine all mine
I'll write this letter
Withered hand upon the pen
Poured out in ink blood red
On my black hole heart her name is carved
Too deep to forget
So I'll scrawl at the same place on the page
To Life, my love, from Death
My love
So I'll write this letter
Withered hand upon the pen
Poured out in ink blood red
On my black hole heart her name is carved
Too deep to forget
So I'll scrawl at the same place on the page
To Life, my love, from Death