The Dryad, Pt. I: Death

Cancerous tongues convey, they feel my pain Who can tell, what their words mean I come bound, for even one more My lips have vowed If I fight, for one more We can be right, we can be wrong Either way; I will be gone; stuck in the grave Cancerous Tongues convey, they feel my pain, my lips are gone I feel all this pain We can be right, we can be wrong Either way; I will be gone; stuck in the grave