Maid Of Orleans lyrics

Song information

Artist: Dark Moor
Album: Hall Of The Olden Dreams

Lyrics

I was born in france, called the "maid of orleans"
Led by the voices of the saints
I went to the court dressed in men's clothes
To save my people from the yoke
I was given troops to destroy the english roots
And to crown the dauphin at reims

I'm not a man searching the glory
I'm just the hand chosen to fight
It's a long way to our freedom
I was betrayed. I'm burning at the stake

My own blood sold me in the battlefield
Charles the king made no attemps to save me
I won't be free till the day of my death
The pyre is light. I see the end

I'm not a man searching the glory
I'm just the hand chosen to fight
It's a long way to our freedom
I was betrayed. I'm burning at the stake

I'd rather die than live chained in this cell
I hold to what I have already said
I won't be free till the day of my death
The pyre is light. I see the end

I'm not a man searching the glory
I'm just the hand chosen to fight
It's a long way to our freedom
I was betrayed. I'm burning at the stake

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