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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