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
