Besedila: 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 lonely years
I have cried a thousand tears
All that I tried to gain
Is lost the effort was in vain

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 Scottish crown belongs to me
Yet I'm bound, I cannot flee
With iron claws England holds tight
All is lost, no chance to fight

Silence, silence everywhere

Cold walls are my reward
Loneliness engulfs 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