Mael Mórdha - Bloody Alice (Of Abergavenny) lyrics

An advance force of Normans arrived just before Richard de Clare, Earl of Pembroke, at the headland of Baginbun where they were met by a hostile force of Hiberno-Norse and Gaedhelic Irish troops. The battle was turning against the heavily outnumbered Norman troops when they stampeded a herd of cattle at the defenders who scattered as a result and were slaughtered. Too late for Alice of Abergavenny whose bethrothed was k**ed. She took an axe to the seventy prisoners the Normans had taken and sent them to their d**hs, dumping their corpses over the cliff-edge A screaming wraith atop a cliff Writhing in an orgasm of slaughter One-by-one seventy men Did she depatch with an ever blunting blade of an axe Bloody Alice of Abergavenny Gripped by the rapture of Gaedhelic gore Dripping slowly down the cliffside Seventy dead, yet she wants more Bloody Alive of Abergavenny From what fashion house does your cloth come? All natural fibres I'll warrant From the dye, to the cloth, to the thread from the dead Prisoners they were but no matter to her Her bloodlust fuelled by the pain of her loss For earlier that day her spouse's corpse lay decaying On the bloody field of battle Bloody Alice of Abergavenny Gripped by the rapture of Gaedhelic gore Dripping slowly down the cliffside Seventy dead, yet she wants more Bloody Alive of Abergavenny Her body dripping from her labour and it's fruits As she gives so she taketh away Though he was of the invading force And dispatched by the defenders As so often is the case in life A woman's rational is replaced by madness A screaming atop a cliff Blooddied breasts for all to see Yet no man looked on her with lust As her needs fullfilled with a montain of corpses to her knees Bloody Alice of Abergavenny Gripped by the rapture of Gaedhelic gore Dripping slowly down the cliffside Seventy dead, yet she wants more Bloody Alive of Abergavenny Her body dripping from her labour and it's fruits As she gives so she taketh away