Malka road a chariot drawn by horses of the finest. Upon her fair white neck Malka wore golden roses. A ring for every finger. A ring for every toe. Malka slept in beds of silk on pillows of down. Bloody Bloody Malka took the predestines by pretty maids with silver blades and buried them in her garden where her roses grew. Pearl strung rosaries Malka was righteous as she said her prayers.