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]