Joan Of Arc

She must be killed, that devil's witch Joan of Arc must burn alive Patron saint, captured victor Joan of Arc, the savior of France, are you History sings your praise, my Capricorn sister, definitely not a witch I see you vividly in my dreams, like visions sent to you by the Lord himself Angels whisper in your ears, and on the day of May 30th, 1431, we lost you to the English, and they said Burn that witch, that sneaky bitch, Joan of Arc must not survive, she's led their army, and because of that, they've thrived So round her up, break her down, do what it takes to take her power, Joan of Arc must not survive You won't be forgotten, you will be remembered, in my mind, body, and soul, Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc The English haven't won, I can hear their chanting, in the night, like it was yesterday, when I saw them take you away, and I heard them say Burn that witch, that sneaky bitch, Joan of Arc must not survive, she's led their army, and because of that, they've thrived So round her up, break her down, do what it takes to take her power, Joan of Arc must not survive We killed that devil's witch, Joan of Arc was burned alive