The Beheading

From all of the places where I have been
The Tower of London is where my heart sings
Where I found home

Our children would grow, and claim the Tudor throne
From all the places where I have been

Down on the streets the people await
My final ordeal, his final betrayal
The place I called home
Repelled me and so will mark my grave as unknown
Down on the streets the people await

Here in this tower up high, all the memories collide
Our love is now deranged and will soon be erased

I have become like her of Aragon

May your devious lies, forever terrorize
The innocence you gave that condemned me to my grave
Rebember who I've been, not my earthly sins
'Cause when the hour strikes you and I are alike

The crowd's blackhearted and vile
No one saw through his wiles
Forcefully I stride, my head held up high

I have become like her of Aragon

May your devious lies, forever terrorize
The innocence you gave that condemned me to my grave
Rebember who I've been, not my earthly sins
'Cause when the hour strikes you and I are alike

The toxic feel of oppression
Lifts me – hands and feet
Onto the chant the people are singing
We bask in your defeat!
There! On the scaffold I see him!
The man called 'the Sword of Calais'
Now Father above, what's the use of praying
When a king is eager to slay!

Bare feet, bare skin, oh the end is near!
Henry? Why have you not come to wield the sword yourself?
Such a coward king!

May your devious lies, forever terrorize
The innocence you gave that condemned me to my grave
Rebember who I've been, not my earthly sins
Now the hour strikes you and I

May your devious lies forever terrorize you!
Oh Lord lay your wrath upon him!
Recall who I've been: Anne Boleyn