Virgin (Joan of Arc)

At fourteen they came, entreating "won't you save, won't you save the country" I had nothing to fight with but prophecies I told them, "leave me" But they stayed, they stayed And I traveled to the king and spoke with him The sign convinced him of my voices' provenance And he tested me for three weeks In April I rode inside my white armor Ahead of all the troops behind They wounded me with an arrow But our campaign became victorious And with the battle won, my voices they told me my life was done So when we attacked Paris, we failed And I was lost and betrayed The enemy declared me a heretic They said the devil had his own hand in mine When the flames began, my aching voice It called out for the son of God