Marlon Williams - Bloodletter

There's a letter I never sent that I wrote to your family
Your mother and father, the people back home, 'bout some far-distant tragedy
[Hold?] back when I took you away from the land where you had grown
To a life up in these hills, you and me met in [?]

Oooh, This letter's written with love
Oooh-oooh
Oooh, And this letter's written in blood
Oooh-oooh

And to the sun, a baby born; the blue, blue eyes of a boy
The cold finger of winter's chill, no time to say goodbye
A monster cries on the side of the hill, a child walks through a field
A woman lies in a box somewhere, the letter gets written and sealed

Oooh, And this letter's written with love
Oooh-oooh
Oooh, And this letter's written in blood
Oooh-oooh

Follow me down to the garden, where life grows choking and wild
Where the flowers are sickly, the flowers are sweet; the horses, they bend and they smile
See fate, it is no sliding scale: it is fervant, it'll rip at your seams
So throw your little coin down into my well, see how much fortune it brings

Oooh, And this letter's written with love
Oooh-oooh
Oooh, And this letter's written in blood
Oooh-oooh

Oooh, And this letter's written with love
Oooh-oooh
Oooh, And this letter's written in blood
Oooh-oooh
Oooh, And this letter's written with love
Oooh-oooh
Oooh, And this letter's written in blood
Oooh-oooh