Cold Sweat / Maiden, Mother & Crone

I put my money in the suitcase And headed for the big race I felt a chill on my backbone As I hung up the telephone [Chorus] Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat Running down the back of my neck To lose means trouble, to win pays double And I got me a heavy bet Cold, cold sweat They say chances on the outside Are looking pretty slim I’ve been so lucky on the inside I feel I’m going to win Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat Running down the back of my neck Take a little money., there’s nothing left to lose And I got me a heavy bet Cold, cold sweat I’ve got a whole month’s wages I haven’t seen that much in ages I might spend it in stages And move out to Las Vegas [Repeat] Cold, cold sweat I put my money in the suitcase They say chances on the outside I got a whole month’s wages Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat Stone cold crazy Place another bet

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 09, 2025

The maiden sitting by her pool Was first to hear my pleas As she gazed into the water She recited these words to me: Walk not down that road I can not tell you where it goes Ask me no more questions Some things you weren't meant to know The mother toiling in the fields Her apron full of seeds She dropped them to the earth As she recited these words to me: Walk not down that road I can not tell you where it goes Ask me no more questions Some things you weren't meant to know The greater mysteries Cannot be shown Divided by three They are the maiden, the mother, the crone Finally I found the crone Walking through the trees She looked in my eyes And she recited these words to me: Go before the maiden Fall down to your knees Should you win her favor She may tell you what she sees The harvest is reaped Seeds are sown Multiplied by three She is the maiden, the mother, the crone

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 09, 2025