Maid of Lorraine

Be not afraid

Glorious angel in the dark owns an armoured heart

No the light is turning grey

Our fate becomes an open grave

Souls of heroes dead and gone forgotten in a tale

All these men who swore to fight

They swore to follow in my light

Fallen on the forest bed

Those leaves will cover every trace

Seventy articles of accusation

La Pucelle d'Orléans

Divine devotion

The voice within my head

Will lead us through the darkness

And comfort us asleep

Oh let me live

Oh let her live

Voices voices devil's spears

Raised the army of Jeanne D'Arc

You must burn at the stake

You will perish

She will perish

Inquisition secrecy

Exposed heretic witchery

Hundred years of war and grief

We spill our blood on halcyon fields

Fallen on a golden bed

Fine millet hide my blood spilled face

Voices voices men consent

Burn her burn her at the stake

My dreams of you will lead me through

My dreams of you lead me through

May 1431

Between the walls that imprison me I seek divine guidance

I embody the infinite

And I know it will be day