Lirik Lagu Tha Rape Of Maude Bowen - Inkubus Sukkubus
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The Rape Of Maude Bowen
Lying in the brook she's nakedCold and dead, raped and brokenSweet Maude Bowen victim of a manNow at her side does lie her rapistHer mother's brother, cold as she isAn avenging angel's arrow in his heartAnd the squire he does blame herWith his lies he does shame herSweet Maude Bowen shamed a suicide
Now here is a tale, a story to be toldOf a young girl, but fifteen years oldImpaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witchNow these were the crimes, the crimes of the rich
At the cross-roads they impale herWith the elm they claim to save herSave her soul from Satan's evil lairNow her mother weeps in madnessAt the tree, at the crossroadsThe tree that grows from sweet Maude Bowen's heartThe squire's men do taunt and tease herDrag her off the grave and jeer herThen one more dies with an arrow in his heart
Now here is a tale, a story to be toldOf a young girl, but fifteen years oldImpaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witchNow these were the crimes, the crimes of the rich
Up before the judge at GloucesterAccused a witch now they will burn herAt the tree at the cross-roads will she dieTied to the elm the faggots smokingMaude's sweet mother crying, chokingMother, daughter, victims of a manAnd the squire stands there laughingWith his men they're laughing, jokingThen he is dead with an arrow in his heart
Now here is a tale, a story to be toldOf a young girl, but fifteen years oldImpaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witchNow these were the crimes, these were the crimes of the rich
Lying in the brook she's nakedCold and dead, raped and brokenSweet Maude Bowen victim of a manNow at her side does lie her rapistHer mother's brother, cold as she isAn avenging angel's arrow in his heartAnd the squire he does blame herWith his lies he does shame herSweet Maude Bowen shamed a suicide
Now here is a tale, a story to be toldOf a young girl, but fifteen years oldImpaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witchNow these were the crimes, the crimes of the rich
At the cross-roads they impale herWith the elm they claim to save herSave her soul from Satan's evil lairNow her mother weeps in madnessAt the tree, at the crossroadsThe tree that grows from sweet Maude Bowen's heartThe squire's men do taunt and tease herDrag her off the grave and jeer herThen one more dies with an arrow in his heart
Now here is a tale, a story to be toldOf a young girl, but fifteen years oldImpaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witchNow these were the crimes, the crimes of the rich
Up before the judge at GloucesterAccused a witch now they will burn herAt the tree at the cross-roads will she dieTied to the elm the faggots smokingMaude's sweet mother crying, chokingMother, daughter, victims of a manAnd the squire stands there laughingWith his men they're laughing, jokingThen he is dead with an arrow in his heart
Now here is a tale, a story to be toldOf a young girl, but fifteen years oldImpaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witchNow these were the crimes, these were the crimes of the rich
