On my way to the see
I met a man under a tree
He was so nice he had a vice
Eager for his kiss I was blissed
Promising so much he turned rough
All in a rage he tore my cloth
Couldn't get away anywhere
Could [bad word] away out somewhere

It'll all over now I am dead
But this man I have met
He will be in [bad word] and will burn
For his crime it's my turn

Maidens wait at heaven's gate
Maidens were and are your fate

On my way to the see
He raped my [bad word] 
Patiently I wait at the gate
There is judged love and hate