Mais Of Orleans

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