Maid Of Orleans Songtext / Lyric

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