In the Eastern France
Near Burgundian lands
Lived our last chance
Simple and peasant maid
God’s hand of fate
A heart without a shade
Visions of saints
Angels and noble men
Showed her the way
“Bring the Dauphin to Reims”
Heard the divine
And followed the sign
To stop the war
To draw the line
There, can you see or believe?
She, who brings hope and relief
Stands with her flag claiming peace
She is the maid of Orléans
On guard she stays
The uncrowned king
Sent Joan to the siege
In a city that bleeds
Our homeland
Maybe could withstand
Until the end
Fear and pain
No longer will reign
With her blessed hands
We’ll break out the chains
With passion and faith
She fought and she prayed
In only nine days
She had wiped them away
Stands with her flag claiming peace
She is the maid of Orléans
Here, all the sons of war
Will be forever the heirs of peace
And I know you’ll stay by my side, Lord
Wherever I go, whenever I need
Onward she goes, to her own fate
“Et Jeanne, la bonne Lorraine
Qu'Anglais brûlèrent à Rouen
Où sont-ils, où, Vierge souvraine?
Mais où sont les neiges d'antan?”
Unburned heart stills to beat
Neither fire burns so deep
Now she rests in peace
