Песня откуда-то возникла в голове, с того самого момента, как сегодня проснулся.
Grave Digger - это вообще удивительно сочетание грубости и шероховатости, с чувственностью и откровенностью. Данная песня - один из наиболее наглядных примеров. Плюс историческая подаплека, обожаю.

Grave Digger - The Ballad Of Mary (Queen Of Scots)

My fingers touch the solid stones
Strong and cold, they keep me from home
Imprisoned like a wingless dove
Far away from the land I love

Lonely days count lonley years
I have cried a thousand tears
All that I tried to gain
Is lost the effort was invane

At Carberry hill I lost my crown
My husband fled my luck went down
In England's hands I fell
18 years a living hell

The Scotish crown belongs to me
Yet I'm bound I can not flee
With iron claws England holds tight
All is lost no chance to fight

Silence - Silence Everywhere

Cold walls are my reward
Lonelyness engulves my soul
I've been true i gave my heart
Stained tears i cried
I long to be free again
To walk in peace again
Scotland cries her queen is lost
Agony's her friend again

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