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
Those leaves will cover every trace
Seventy articles of accusation
Will lead us through the darkness
Voices voices devil's spears
Raised the army of Jeanne D'Arc
You must burn at the stake
Hundred years of war and grief
We spill our blood on halcyon fields
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
Between the walls that imprison me I seek divine guidance
And I know it will be day