Maid Of Orleans Lyrics - Dark Moor

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