A maiden died when her home was left behind
a soldier was reborn and a new kingdom came
ruled by the laws of God and her own faith
All the battles she won
even the church the miracle disgraced
queen of madness she was called
walking on clouds of peaceless joy
heaven's light was feeding her faith
Dreams of success
reaching her fate,
On old unbreakable minds
with two angels at the sides
a saint was now at the head
and with great fear of being damned
the fools had burned a saint
captured by the enemy
the heartless crowds rejoyced
with no soul, no love to share
these acts were just the spark
that lighted on the fire
Now Joan of Arc is history
but we have her legacy
she made a "good firm, lasting peace"
either by love or by force
walking on clouds of peaceless joy
heaven's light was feeding her faith
Dreams of success
reaching her fate,
On old unbreakable minds
with two angels at the sides
a saint was now at the head
and with great fear of being damned
the fools had burned a saint
