Axe Wielding Nuns

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

for another chance when they are able to wield

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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