Maid of Lorraine 歌词

Be not afraid Glorious angel in the dark owns an armoured heart No the ligth 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 confort us asleep Oh let me live Oh let me 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 Inqusituin secrecy Exposed heretc 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 thtough May 1431 Between the walls that imprison me I seek divine guidance I embody the infinite And I know it will be day