Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Rape Of Maude Bowen

The Of Maude Bowen

Lying in the brook naked
Cold and dead, and broken
Sweet Maude victim of a man
Now at her side lie her rapist
Her brother, cold as she is
An avenging angel's arrow in his
And the squire he blame her
With his lies he does her
Sweet Maude Bowen shamed a

Now is a tale, a story to be told
Of a girl, but fifteen years old
Impaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a
Now these were the crimes, the crimes of the

At the cross-roads they her
the elm they claim to save her
Save her soul from Satan's lair
Now her mother in madness
At the tree, at the
The that grows from sweet Maude Bowen's heart
The men do taunt and tease her
Drag her off the grave and her
Then one dies with an arrow in his heart

Now here is a tale, a to be told
Of a girl, but fifteen years old
Impaled as a vampire, her mother as a witch
Now these were the crimes, the crimes of the

Up before the judge at
Accused a witch now will burn her
At the tree at the will she die
to the elm the faggots smoking
Maude's sweet crying, choking
Mother, daughter, of a man
And the squire stands laughing
With his men they're laughing,
Then he is dead with an arrow in his

Now here is a tale, a story to be
Of a young girl, but fifteen old
as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
Now these were the crimes, were the crimes of the rich