Chatherine Howards's Fate en Blackmore's Night

Oh, to my dearest ruler and lord
Merciful husband
Nobelest of Kings...
Your heart of gold has long since tarnished
In my chamber
What will the morning bring?
Was it my heart that doth betray me
Cause I loved more than one man?
Is it true you wear a wounded spirit?
Pray let me mend it and make our love anew...

Allow me tobe your humble servant
Once again, as before...
Are you like the others, so quick to judge
And for this the queen must fall
Was it my heart that doth betray me
Cause I loved more than one man?
Truth within the writing of a letter
Signed and sealed poor Catherine Howard's fate...
Truth within the writing of a letter
Signed and sealed poor Catherine Howard's fate...