Echoes From The Past

Jeanne d'Arc, Jeanne d'Arc Your mother are many Everything bleeds Nor have they heard the netherworld move its lips You haven't heard a word, you haven't heard a word It's the emptiness Everything is from within Afraid to die you are Don't receive the sword, don't receive the sword Everything bleeds' the branches bleed Between your cold mouths They will throw ashes over the Seine Ashes over the Seine Like a funeral veil Ashes over the seine Jeanne d'Arc, Jeanne d'Arc