Interpret:

Leaves´Eyes

Album:

Symphonies of the Night

Be not afraid
Glorious angel in the dark owns an armoured heart


No the light is turning grey


Our fate becomes an open grave
Souls of heroes dead and gone forgotten in a tale


All these men who swore to fight
They swore to follow in my light
Fallen on the forest bed
Those leaves will cover every trace


Seventy articles of accusation
La Pucelle d'Orléans
Divine devotion


The voice within my head
Will lead us through the darkness
And comfort us asleep
Oh let me live


Oh let her live


Voices voices devil's spears
Raised the army of Jeanne D'Arc


You must burn at the stake
You will perish
She will perish
Inquisition secrecy
Exposed heretic witchery


Hundred years of war and grief
We spill our blood on halcyon fields
Fallen on a golden bed
Fine millet hide my blood spilled face


Voices voices men consent
Burn her burn her at the stake


My dreams of you will lead me through
My dreams of you lead me through


May 1431
Between the walls that imprison me I seek divine guidance
I embody the infinite
And I know it will be day