Anne Boleyn, Katherine Howard, I die a Queen

My insides all turn to ash So slow And blow away as I collapsed So cold A black wind took them away From sight And now the darkness over day That night And the clouds above move closer Looking so dissatisfied But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing I used to be my own protection But not now Cause my path has lost direction Somehow A black wind took you away From sight And now the darkness over day That night And the clouds