MAENADS

The Maenads are upon us!
Everyone run for your lives!
We are about to be attacked
By Bacchus’ drunken wives

Wearing only the hide
Of a single spotted fawn
They roam the country-side
When morning begins to dawn

Finding a lone deer hunter
Or a farmer tending his field
If they cannot run fast enough
Their sorry fate is sealed

For when the Maenads’ wanton lust
He cannot possibly satisfy
He will be torn apart and eaten
Before he has a chance to die

So flee and hide my brethren
From these Devil’s daughters
Before you all become victims
Of their bloodthirsty slaughter

Wait not on me, be on your way
For I have chosen not to run
Instead I will stay here behind
With the hope of having some fun