Born in a sorry cot, left on the stairs of
I see the eyes of the darkness, beyond the fire
Where
A unique love rose from a unique hate
Two lovers were
I was born in france, called the "Maid of Orleans"
Led
Play the drums of heaven, flee from here to a
Quest for the eternal fame
Which gets the men immortal
Glory for
Along the river of fantasy we´ll get to a place
Which
Through the old valley of golden trees
In the land of
Instrumental
Lowering clouds in the sky aglow
Darken my shield of victory
Is