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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 the yoke
I was given troops to destroy the english roots
And to crown the dauphin at reims

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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

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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

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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 the yoke   I was given troops to destroy the english roots   And to crown the dauphin at reims      CHORUS   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      CHORUS   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      CHORUS