Jaldaboath piosenki

Axe Wielding Nuns Axe Wielding Nuns A battle weary knight sometimes needs a rest to place his heavy head on a wenche'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 B...

Oh Yes! The toll bridge was closed, south of the town. My kinsmen were barred, even though I wore a crown. When I asked for a reason, we were told to be submit. T'was on the order of the bishop, of Cicestransis. Extremely vexed were we, at this out...

Gweneth, my love it over-flows and spillith Come ride my steed into the night, do not be frightened, for I am enlightened (at least, enough to see the way!) Onwards - into the concert (faces painted) By blasting drums we are elated and the howls, and ant...

Riding Hell's barren wastes, on my steed, this host of monsters are my creed, and in battle, we shall bleed. Bring me the head of Metatron! We tally for the cup of Christ, The Holy Grail, in my battle armour, and chain mail. When the wind blows, we shall set...

Hey! Hey! Hey! Are you listening up high? Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Calling on all Heraldic Beasts. Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hippogriff. When mere and Griffin meets and mate their offspring share a curious fate one half is horse with hooves and tail the rest is eagle...

More than simple superstition, the blood-line survived the crucifixion The hospitaler knights of St Jogn, they hid the secret holy spawn Da Vinci left a hidden trail to holy blood and holy grail The christ indeed had kith and kin Born from the womb of Mag...

A holy man, with a whispering castrato A wrinkled face, like a sun-dried tomato H farms the hills of Brighthelmstone Boring all with his persistent drone In his holy red-striped shawl, he tends to his sacred vegetables. He warns us we must live another w...

Kill! Burn! Waste the wenches! Hark the herald! The King wants blood! Hark the herald, The war drums beating. Hark the call, The call to arms! Sally forth, And no retreating. Saddle thy horse, Raise the alarm! The king hath decreed, Us knights...

"In 1314, an order of troubadour knights were sent to Merlan by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the UK Metal underground. Today, still wanted by the Pope, they survive as minstrels...

If your castle needs defending Just call Jaldaboath. If your catapult needs a mending, Just call Jaldaboath. They'll make you dance, The merry Jig Of Death, Dark minstrel's melodies. Writing secret script, From behind a crypt. Jaldaboath! For protec...

"...I made the contrary declaration only to suspend the excessive pains of torture, and to mollify those who made me endure them..." Grand Master - 33rd degree, did take to the grave his masonry, He left his mark on the Turin shroud, but was burnt alive for t...

Blinding sunshine shining high Reflects on crummhorn, sword and lance; Returning home, weary from battle, To a victorious home-coming dance. The hall is full of royal dames Rich ladies, starved and in their bloom; We drunken, stately knights in armour,...

Though the bogs of St Edmund, beyond the gaseous wastes Lives a hero amongst men, one of expensive tastes He dines solely on beans and rich salted prunes He holds magic powers to which none are immune He's the King's secret weapon and his jester to boot....

Percival! Hark the call! Venture forth! Seek the grail! Travel wide! Seek the land, of the king, who was wounded! Seek the Grail! Seek the Grail! Seek the Grail! Seek the Grail! Sir Percival, seek the bleeding lance, and mend the broken sword. Look for the i...

Mead can do many things it can even make you blind And the tavern wenches round these parts drive me out of my mind There's on such girl of whom I know who's been around the block For fifteen duckets and a bucket of milk she'll even roost your cock. She'...

To many she's just a malignant bitch But the truth is she's an evil witch. She boils up spells in her gingerdread house And in her hair there lives a mouse! Her smell, when near, offends the nose, For she has not time to wash her clothes, Black cats 'n...

Warrior Monks! Whitehawk! Warrior Monks! The warrior monks are on their way No absolution, they're gonna make you pay Cos you've been bad and you'd better beware If you're living sin, you'd better say your prayers They'll take your teeth out with a cr...