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Servant of the manor lord, obediant and wise
Servant of the manor lord, stowed away from prying eyes
I see your bruised and battered skin
Your makeup hides not the pain
of many years under his thumb
A prisoner you are to stay
Your work is done without word
you respond to every whim
Yet those pearly fangs still strike your neck
You are gaunt and pale and thin
Servant of the manor lord, beware his lustful gaze
Servant of the manor lord, fly free from gilded cage
The bell doth chime, your presence command
Your hair the shine of ripened wheat, your eyes as blue as sky
He watches your dance of faithful work
We cannot look nor pry
For his wrath is fierce, his claws are sharp
And his eyes are of blood and bone
I was too his favorite once
I am yet to go home
Servant of the manor lord, virgin with blood so sweet
Servant of the manor lord, with doom one day you'll meet
Servant of the manor lord, run from this tortured house
Servant of the manor lord, stay quiet as a mouse