Axe Wielding Nuns Lyrics

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
Axe Wielding Nuns ... [x10]