The day of the trial has come Months spent as a prisoner see the end Any reason they'll find is a fake charge Any questions they'll ask you Is a factious way to send you Upon the stake to burn you as a witch Many silver coins have bought the Anglo revenge The English flow to Rouen to see who is the Maid They think it will be easy to deceive the shepherd girl To depict her as witch and to condemn her to burn The Maiden stood awaiting for her destiny was done She answered refuting their questions with pride Witch or demon dressed in male clothing The accused the banner she carried Spread magic and dark French Maiden Warrior now your soul lives eternally [Chorus:] She was burning at the stake, the pain she felt It would deeply marked their own sad destiny The fire burning to the sky has freed her soul Like a white dove, she was taken away from there Haunting words in her head: