Black Clouds over Stonehaven

In this the year of our lord sixteen sixty six
We lay to rest Elizabeth Bartholomew
Beloved wife of Count Victor Bartholomew of Stonehaven


The rain keeps falling on this dark withered day
Storm clouds keep rolling onward from behind the window pane
With the rising mist she fled to the cliffs and stared at the waves
In the eye of the storm her courage was worn
As she jumped to her death

At the crossroads of time she chose her own fate
By suicide
She’s abandoned by God beyond the grace
I felt her pain just when they took her head

By holy law she will be damned disgraced
Force to walk alone for eternity
Beyond the light of dawn unto the shadows realm
Until the days of days when she returns

The rain keeps falling beyond the grace