Dark Moor - Maid of Orleans

I was born in fFrance, 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'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 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 - I'm burnin' at the stake