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

Voices, voices, devil's spears
Raised the army of Jeanne d'Arc

Be not afraid
Glorious angel in the dark owns an armoured heart
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

You must burn at the stake
You will perish (she will perish)
Inquisition secrecy
Exposed her wracked 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
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

My dreams of you will lead me through
My dreams of you lead me through

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
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