ANN

CHAPTER 1: ANNE BOLEYN

THE COURTSHIP

The towers rise up ahead, along the river Thames

A minstrel starts to sing
The gentlemen bat their eyes and all the women sigh
But I keep walking forwards and then with a grin on my face
I'll return to you, Your Grace!

Our eyes entwined, a golden enchantment bestowed upon us

Our hands slowly cemented our star-crossed love

Oh from this day forward to thee I belong

Oh, oh I belong

No maiden nor concubine shall I become of thine

No bastard to my name
Oh my ruler I do implore forget, annul what was before!
And lead me, beguile me and make me whole

Oh from this day forward to thee I belong

Oh, oh I belong

Henry, must we dwell on bygone days

Must we act as in a bygone age
While it is in your hands to separate!
Annul this marriage as head of state
Break with Rome and break with fate

My lips beckoning to kiss you, oh make me yours...

My hips beckoning to thrill you, oh make me yours...

And could thee comfort neither church nor the queen

My king, please be wise else my soul in prison lies

Our eyes entwined, a golden enchantment bestowed upon us

Our hands slowly cemented our star-crossed love
Our lives entwined, the promise awaited now I am your bride
Violently you commenced and shamed my pride

Oh from this day forward I belong to thee

THE MISCARRIAGE

Oh the truth has arrived, it played out before my eyes

Twas ever so divine

Oh the son you could have been, salvation to a queen

These hollow hopes of mine, wide-eyed lies

My daughter, oh righteous English rose

Your spirit brings comfort to my soul
May you not be heiress to the throne and absolve me?

Why have you taken him from me?

Why has fate such ravenous teeth?
Oh thought these weary bones, no life echoes

I guess there is nowhere left to turn

My tale has been written, past bridges burned
Why am I forsaken to thee Lord? Oh, have remorse!

Why have you taken him from me?

Why has fate such ravenous teeth?
Oh thought these weary bones, no life echoes

Why have you taken him from me?

Why has fate such ravenous teeth?
Oh thought these weary bones, no life echoes

Oh you traitor! The angels have come to take you home

You were my saviour, but now there's no future in our song!
You were my saviour, my labour... oh!
You were my saviour, my saviour!
And now salvation's gone
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
CHAPTER 2: ANASTASIA ROMANOVA

THE MOTHERLAND

A white velvet winter coat, lay bestowed upon the palace lawn
Through the cold, the river Neva flows to the Baltic Sea
With regality she winds away from my home, the Russian throne

From northern lands under Aurora skies

Through vast terrains and through the Volga veins
From snowy corners of our nation all the people sing our family's hymn

Oh my rodina, home of the Tsars

May you guard the Romanov's rule
To thee I vow and pray until the day that I die, my rodina

A smile to the outside world

May well deceive one's own soul
But no! The truth is ghastly and plain
Oh what burden befalls our family?
What slithers through our brother's veins that can't be tamed?

From northern lands under Aurora skies

Through vast terrains and through Siberian plains
No one should ever understand our masquerade, the Tsarevich's fate

Oh my rodina, home of the Tsars

May you guard the Romanov's rule
To thee I vow and pray until the day that I die, my rodina

Oh this curse, cloacked in crimson red

Catastrophe lurks on my brother's path
Do not revolt
I see no reason why he cannot live unbruised and nobly die
Tell me why!

Oh this curse, cloacked in crimson red. Catastrophe lurks on my brother's path!

From northern lands under Aurora skies

Through vast terrains and through the Volga veins
From snowy corners of our nation all the people sing our family's hymn

Oh my rodina, home of the Tsars

May you guard the Romanov's rule
How divine our name, fortune and fame
But the truth, if they only knew

Oh my rodina, home of the Tsars

May you guard the Romanov's rule
To thee I vow and pray until the day that I die, my rodina
Until that I die, my rodina

We must not speak of our brother

What plagues him, his agonizing pains
For the people they will not condone nor forgive
That he inherited a curse he cannot outlive
THE HEALER

Shine your light on this humble soul

In this plight let our prayers be known
Through the white heart of the storm
Be near me, oh my lord!

On a barren winter's day, the Lord has sent his servant our way
Father Grigory answered our prayers
Oh rejoice and see
Hope! He has given us faith!
A starets sent from heaven, endowed with vigour and grace

In hear and soul, I hereby devote to you my all

I speak thy name, and thus I feel your presence in my veins
Should I atone, to wash the pain and heartache from my bones?
Oh let us sin, show remorse and heal within

Nighttime prayers, we fall to our knees

Those burning eyes command yet appease
Father Grigory, none should disturb thy healing words

Do not heed the vultures, whatever their claim may be

Pull me under, abide with me
When the water deepens, when enemies lay siege
Pull me under, I will still believe

A cold shudder awoke me, and I prayed for thee to appear

But like a snake hysteria choked me
And painted a vision so dark and austere!

Poisoned!
Shot!
Bound!
Drowned!
No! Slain as vultures' prey!
Your words are mere echoes but none of them shall decay!

In heart and soul, I hereby devote to you my all

I speak thy name, and thus I feel your presence in my veins
Should I atone, to wash the pain and heartache from my bones?
Oh let us sin, show remorse and heal within
Oh father, my beloved Rasputin
THE EXILE

The clouds of steam hissed ominously as we travelled miles unknown

The sun arises, shines her light
Bathes the world in one last golden glow

Imprisoned and exiled, this horror will not abate

Oh hamlet of Tobolsk, show mercy to our fate!
The bleak winter wrath, like the war, prevails
Oh sovereign, our tsar, why abdicate?

Glory days of long before

Stay with me forevermore!
Motherland that I adore
'Twill be no more

Yekaterinburg what horror does us await?

What purpose or prospect?
Show mercy to our fate!
There's so much that I would give
For another life to live

Slowly fades the night away But then!

A voice whispers 'quickly, make haste!' Could it be?
A saviour has come!
Could our trials and our
Tribulations fade like snow in the sacred sun?

Livadia in the springtime

Those Crimean memories haunt me
It's lost and gone
For we are thousand miles from

The glory days of long before

Stay with me forevermore!
Motherland that I adore
'Twill be no more

Glory days of long before

Stay with me forevermore!
Motherland that I adore
'Twill be no more, This is a lie
How can we trust 'Twill be no more

No! Have mercy on our souls

No! Have mercy on the Romanov's reign
No! Oh father in heaven I beg thee: Have mercy!
Let thy blessing be with us again!

No! Not our mother and father

No! Not our dearest Alexei
No! All hope is lost in this crimson hue
Please I do not want to die!

No! I beg thee, withdraw thy hatred

No! Let us sisters be!
No! Have we not been loyal servants?
Must we slaughtered be?

I beg thee please, let me be!

No!

Motherland, my Rodina
Home of the Tsars
May you guard and guide us to heaven to be by your side
May you guard and guide us to heaven to be by your side