Dark Moor - Maid Of Orleans

From their album The Hall of the Olden Dreams ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Link to buy The Hall of Olden Dreams =sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1224214867&sr=1-2 ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ 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