Morpheus' Dreams - D'arc (The Unburned Heart) Тексты

In the Eastern France
Near Burgundian lands
Lived our last chance

Simple and peasant maid
God’s hand of fate
A heart without a shade

Visions of saints
Angels and noble men
Showed her the way
“Bring the Dauphin to Reims”

Heard the divine
And followed the sign
To stop the war
To draw the line

There, can you see or believe?
She, who brings hope and relief
Stands with her flag claiming peace
She is the maid of Orléans

On guard she stays

The uncrowned king
Sent Joan to the siege
In a city that bleeds

Our homeland
Maybe could withstand
Until the end

Fear and pain
No longer will reign
With her blessed hands
We’ll break out the chains

With passion and faith
She fought and she prayed
In only nine days
She had wiped them away

Stands with her flag claiming peace
She is the maid of Orléans

Here, all the sons of war
Will be forever the heirs of peace
And I know you’ll stay by my side, Lord
Wherever I go, whenever I need

Onward she goes, to her own fate

“Et Jeanne, la bonne Lorraine
Qu'Anglais brûlèrent à Rouen
Où sont-ils, où, Vierge souvraine?
Mais où sont les neiges d'antan?”

Unburned heart stills to beat
Neither fire burns so deep
Now she rests in peace