Be not afraid Glorious angel in the dark Owns an armoured heart
Now 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
Voices, voices - devil's spears Raised the army of Jeanne D'Arc
Be not afraid Glorious angel in the dark Owns an armoured heart /x2
The voice within my head Will lead us through the darkness And comfort us asleep Oh let me live
So 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 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
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 /x2
The voice within my head Will lead us through the darkness And comfort us asleep Oh, let me live (So let her live)
My dreams of you will lead me through My dreams of you lead me through
The voice within my head (The voice within my head Will lead us through the darkness And comfort us asleep) The voice within my head
Be not afraid Glorious angel in the dark Owns an armoured heart (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 dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
