Jeanne d�Arc, Jeanne d�Arc

Your mother are many

Everything bleeds

Nor have they heard the netherworld move its lips

You haven�t heard a word, you haven�t heard a word

It�s the emptiness

Everything is from within

Afraid to die you are

Don�t receive the sword, don�t receive the sword

Everything bleeds� the branches bleed

Between your cold mouths

They will throw ashes over the Seine

Ashes over the Seine

Like a funeral veil

Ashes over the seine

Jeanne d�Arc, Jeanne d�Arc

Don�t believe your visions,

Everything you given a name is already blest

Don�t receive the white armor

There is nothing to defend

Don�t bow down for the kings

All the blood, all the blood

Yes you will be betrayed

So much blood

The stones are cold

You hear no voices, you hear no voices

They will take up your sword to bloody bronze

And hang as an oath in the catacombs

You haven�t heard a word, you haven�t heard a word

It�s the emptiness

Everything is from within

Afraid to die you are

Don�t believe, don�t� believe

The saints are dead people, no pointed crowns

They will throw your ashes over the Seine

Like a funeral veil

Like a funeral veil

Everything bleeds, everything bleeds

Untie your dress, everything bleeds

And open up your protected room with two fingers

Everything bleeds,

Everything bleeds

Everything bleeds, untie your dress

Everything bleeds

And open up your protected room with two fingers

Everything bleeds