You want to know why you lived, why you died
You want to know why you were bringing light
You asked them why – they spat on you then
The flower of vengeance – has grown up here tonight
The bonfire is ready they wait to ignite
You tried to ask, but it is the end


We‘re together on the rock of pain
But the world is turning back again
And people will recall you as a spark
Joan of Arc come back from the dark

Now you look at us with the smile on your face
Joy and light has been sawn in the damned place
They are not worth, they are not damn worth
Love but not sword you suggested for us
They did not let you say a word that was
Now you are gone but they stayed on the earth