Jeanne d' Arc the holy the brave the devine The saviour of our land She was just a little girl When she took her final stand The rain felt on her So help me God She kneeled down So help me God She gave her prayer So help me God She gave her in his hand Jeanne d' Arc the holy The brave the devine On a beautyfull day in spring When france proclaimed it's victory She went beside the king The bells sang it loud You won the day The people rejoiced You won the day The king said to her You won the day And gave her his ring
But fate was against her Her enemys played tricks on her . The good and the truth has failed. Shemes and treason like often won.
Jeanne d' Arc the holy The brave the devine Her sun shone just a while Condemned and abused they took her away And brought her to the funeral pile She stood strong So help me God All alone So help me God Her last words So help me God She died with a fearless smile