I met her on a moonless night
I captured her without a fight
And to my home with her I stole
To make her play a ghastly role

I dressed her up in clothes of black
And then I bade her to attack
Another lovely praying whore
That I had found the night before

And so she took hold of the dagger
Grabbed her by her throat and stabbed her
Many times in her lovely face
And once or twice a secret place

Thus to this day she is my slave
She keeps her body from the grave
Pleasuring me and my catches
Then disposing of the wretches

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