La chanson de la pucelle

Fire in the visions, singing to me
Light up my starry head when they said you must be free

This spring is awoken, bursting with faith
Flow to the hearts of darkness and cleanse all in its wake

Bright is the morning
I lie down in sweet pastures beneath a blue sky
Bright is the morning
I'll stay, the last flower in focus here in the day

Passion comes a-singing, painting the air
This banner waves out to graves all the fright and despair

Silver on my body, riding to war
Lead us to glory, my story is writ in the gore

Bright is the morning
I fly over red meadows beneath a blue sky
Bright is the morning
I'll stay, the last flower in focus here in the day

Visions in the fire, singing to me
Light up my starry head, and they said you will be free

Bright is the morning
I cry down in sweet pastures beneath a blue sky
Bright is the morning
I'll stay, the last flower in focus here in the day