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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 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'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