Margaret: "Choir practice today There's no excuse to stay away"
Alice was still in bed A piercing pain, in her head Her condition got worse
A fellow Sister: "If you don't go, you'll be coerced"
So she made her way up to the choir
Margaret: "Sing!"
She could hardly climb the stairs
Margaret: "Sing like an angel!"
Alice: "Oh God," she cried "There's blood on the choir stalls" Her pregnancy exposed, blood has drenched her clothes "Oh God, my child" Her blood on the choir stalls Margaret: Brazen Pharisee, you broke your chastity"
A stream of blood like claret And the child came out dead The sisters were petrified in fear
Margaret: "No! You won't blemish and defile These halls no more I'll get rid of the child You others, clean that floor!"
Margaret: "Sin! Fornication means damnation! ...Damnation!"
Alice: "Oh God," she cried "There's blood on the choir stalls" Her pregnancy exposed, blood has drenched her clothes "Oh God, my child" Her blood on the choir stalls Margaret: Brazen Pharisee, you broke your chastity"
The pain was sharp and searing Like a hot coal, burning in her stomach Like being eaten from inside
Margaret: "Take her away To the tower She brought disgrace on this holy place Isolated she shall dwell In her tower cell No on should ever to speak to her...again"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
