Texty písní » Dark Moor - Maid 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
Přidal: Ondra dne 18. 07. 2006 v 14:05.
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