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She found her homeland, she's heir to the throne |
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She fought all her battles alone |
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1567, there's a lord lying dead on frozen ground |
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Who did pull the wires in this plot? will the murderer |
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Ever be found? |
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[bridge 1:] |
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Maybe she knows more than she pretends to know |
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About his passing |
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Who says a queen does never lie? |
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[chorus:] |
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She found her homeland in chaos and war |
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The youngest of widows, a heart deeply sore |
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Raised far away, but heir to the throne |
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She fought all her battles alone |
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1587, winter's grey, hatchets lay by scaffold's side |
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Wears two rosaries, dressed in black she appears, |
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Face veiled in white |
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[bridge 2:] |
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Guilty for high treason, that's the reason for the execution |
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Now by the hangman's hand she'll die |
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[chorus:] |
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[solo:] |
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[chorus:2x] |
