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Axe Wielding Nuns
Axe Wielding Nuns
A battle weary knight sometimes needs a rest
to place his heavy head on a wench's breast
where the horse is well kept and his sword well oiled
his undergarments washed when they've been soiled
There is near Bagger Bridge such a place
to bring a smile to a knight's long face
to veer off a battle my stallion runs
to the convents of Axe Wielding Nuns
Axe Wielding Nuns
Axe Wielding
Hell hath no fury like the Axe Wielding Nuns
like a fire branded crucifix between the buns
Mother superior doth speak with grace
but if needs must she can handle her mace
the art of fighting is a solemn vow
thousands are certain common know how
They're gracious[?] interluder for they're chance to fight
for the glory of battle and a hot steamy knight
the double headed axe and the blazing shield
Axe Wielding Nuns
Axe Wielding
Hell hath no fury like the Axe Wielding Nuns
like a fire branded crucifix between the buns
Axe Wielding Nuns
Axe Wielding Nuns
Axe Wielding Nuns
Axe Wielding Nuns
When we ride out to meet our foes
a little surprise keeps them on their toes
for following behind is a garrison of nuns
some heavily pregnant with bastard sons
they swing their axes with gusto and might
'tis oft our enemies off get a fright
at the sight of somersaulting nuns at arms
axes in hand and cleaving fucking skulls
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