They come canvassed in white
And now we break through Talbot's lines
For his command's in dire straits
To sear the lions head, the maiden dons her blade
As archers light their bows
Intrepid horns that carry out our song
And with hell upon our gates
For England, you will truly rue the day you came
It's the last thing that we'll ever know
It's the last thing that we'll ever know
It's the last thing that we'll ever know
It's the last thing that we'll ever know
For the Maid of Orleans grace
The northern crosses have been donned in blood
And the spectres flee from Rouen's wake
The sound of steel, a new tale told from shore to state
It's the last thing that we'll ever know
It's the last thing that we'll ever know
It's the last thing that we'll ever know
It's the last thing that we'll ever know
If I am not
May He make me
And if I am
So He'll keep me
For all I am
For all I am
For all I am
For all I am
For all I am, for all I am
For all I am, for all I am
For all I am, for all I am
For all I am, for all I am