She found her homeland, she's heir to the throne
She fought all her battles alone
There's a lord lying dead on frozen ground

Who did pull the wires in this plot? will the murderer
Ever be found?
Maybe she knows more than she pretends to know

About his passing
Who says a queen does never lie?


She found her homeland in chaos and war
The youngest of widows, a heart deeply sore
Raised far away, but heir to the throne

She fought all her battles alone

Winter's grey, hatchets lay by scaffold's side

Wears two rosaries, dressed in black she appears,
Face veiled in white
Guilty for high treason, that's the reason for the execution

Now by the hangman's hand she'll die

he found her homeland in chaos and war

The youngest of widows, a heart deeply sore
Raised far away, but heir to the throne
She fought all her battles alone


he found her homeland in chaos and war
The youngest of widows, a heart deeply sore

Raised far away, but heir to the throne
She fought all her battles alone


he found her homeland in chaos and war
The youngest of widows, a heart deeply sore
Raised far away, but heir to the throne

She fought all her battles alone