歌词
In the heart of France, a maiden pure,
Born beneath the open skies,
Joan of Arc, her destiny,
In the flames, her future lies.
From Domrémy, she heard the call,
Of saints and angels bright,
To lead her country to the dawn,
And turn the darkest night.
Chorus:
Joan of Arc, the warrior maiden,
With sword in hand and heart of flame,
Through blood and tears, she faced her fears,
And carved a lasting name.
At seventeen, she left her home,
To find the Dauphin's throne,
In armor clad, a vision bold,
She vowed to claim her own.
To Orleans, her banner high,
Through battles fierce and wild,
She led the charge, a fearless heart,
With faith so pure and undefiled.
Chorus:
Joan of Arc, the warrior maiden,
With sword in hand and heart of flame,
Through blood and tears, she faced her fears,
And carved a lasting name.
The siege was lifted, Orleans freed,
Her name a rallying cry,
From Rheims to crowning Charles the king,
Beneath the heavens' sky.
But enemies in shadows lurked,
Betrayal’s cruel sting,
Captured by the Burgundy’s hand,
Her fate a tragic thing.
Imprisoned, chained, her voices stayed,
The trial’s bitter lie,
They called her heretic and witch,
To see the maiden die.
Yet even in the darkest cell,
Her spirit shone so bright,
She held her faith against their wrath,
A beacon in the night.
Chorus:
Joan of Arc, the warrior maiden,
With sword in hand and heart of flame,
Through blood and tears, she faced her fears,
And carved a lasting name.
In Rouen’s square, the pyre was set,
For her to meet her end,
With flames around, she cried aloud,
"Lift high the cross, my friend."
A martyr’s death, a saintly crown,
Her legacy lives on,
The warrior maid of France’s heart,
Her legend never gone.
Bridge:
From peasant girl to leader bold,
Through trials fierce and dire,
Her faith and courage changed the world,
Her spirit pure as fire.
Chorus:
Joan of Arc, the warrior maiden,
With sword in hand and heart of flame,
Through blood and tears, she faced her fears,
And carved a lasting name.
