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
Be not afraid Glorious angel in the dark owns an armoured heart
The voice within my head Will lead us through the darkness And comfort 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 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
Seventy articles of accusation La Pucelle d'Orléans Divine devotion
Voices voices men consent Burn her burn her at the stake
Be not afraid Glorious angel in the dark owns an armoured heart
The voice within my head Will lead us through the darkness And comfort us asleep Oh let me live
My dreams of you will lead me through My dreams of you lead me through
The voice within my head
Be not afraid Glorious angel in the dark owns an armoured heart
Seventy articles of accusation La Pucelle d'Orléans Divine devotion
Voices voices men consent Burn her burn her at the stake May 1431 Between the walls that imprison me I seek divine guidance I embody the infinite And I know it will be day