Maid Of Orleans Lyrics
Led by the voices of the SaintsI went to the Court dressed in men's clothesTo save my people from the yokeI was given troops to destroy the English rootsAnd to crown the Dauphin at ReimsI'm not a man searching the gloryI'm just the hand chosen to fightIt's a long way to our freedomI was betrayed. I'm burning at the stakeMy own blood sold me in the battlefieldCharles the King made no attemps to save meI won't be free till the day of my deathThe pyre is light. I see the endI'm not a man searching the gloryI'm just the hand chosen to fightIt's a long way to our freedomI was betrayed. I'm burning at the stakeI'd rather die than live chained in this cellI hold to what I have already saidI won't be free till the day of my deathThe pyre is light. I see the endI'm not a man searching the gloryI'm just the hand chosen to fightIt's a long way to our freedomI was betrayed. I'm burning at the stake
Dark Moor Maid Of Orleans
