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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

She was burning at the stake, the pain she felt
It would deeply marked their own sad destiny
Fire burning to the sky has freed her soul
Like a white dove, she was taken away from there

Haunting words in her head: “You’re heretic” they said
Praying in the prison, she waited for the end
The body was enchained, but her spirit strong and free
Ready to forgive the great perfidy of men

French Maiden Warrior, now your soul lives eternally

She was burning at the stake, the pain she felt
It would deeply marked their own sad destiny
Fire burning to the sky has freed her soul
Like a white dove, she was taken far away

Fighting the force of pain
The last battle through the flames
She has found the Holy Gates to eternity
In the future she will stay the symbol of France
In the centuries to come, she’ll become…a saint

French Maiden Warrior, now your soul
Flies on the wings of eternity
France’s freedom finally she gave to their people

She was burning at the stake, the pain she felt
It would deeply marked their own sad destiny
Fire burning to the sky has freed her soul
Like a white dove, she was taken far away

Fighting the force of pain
The last battle through the flames
She has found the Holy Gates to eternity
In the future she will stay the symbol of France
In the centuries to come, will shine again

She was burnt upon the stake
But she became a saint
In the centuries to come

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Thy Majestie – The Trial

6:30, winter morn
Snow keeps falling, silent dawn

A rose by any other name
Eva leaves her swan-brook home

A kindest heart which always made

Me ashamed of my own

She walks alone but not without her name

Eva flies away

Dreams the world far away

In this cruel children’s game

There’s no friend to call her name

Eva sails away

Dreams the world far away

The good in her will be my sunflower field

Mocked by man
to depths of shame

Little girl with life ahead

For a memory of one kind word

She would stay among the beasts

Time for one more daring dream

Before her escape, Eden-beam

We kill with her own loving heart

Eva flies away

Dreams the world far away

In this cruel children’s game

There’s no friend to call her name

Eva sails away

Dreams the world far away

The good in her will be my sunflower field

Eva flies away

Dreams the world far away

In this cruel children’s game

There’s no friend to call her name

Eva sails away

Dreams the world far away

The good in her will be my sunflower field

Nightwish – Eva

Med gufs og hyl jeg visner marken

Ett uggent gys skiller ved og barken

Ser tilbake på frost og tåke

Natt som dag I evig våke

Gold kulde river

Mot lys jeg driver

Men alle glør dør der

Der hvor jeg hviler min bør

Alltid alene

Der finnes ingen som kan vandre med meg

Evig vinter
Er hva
Jeg er

Du er tedd når
Jeg er nær

Sjelen søker evig varme

Allt den får en ensom harme

Markens grøde for all tid øde

Der jeg setter mitt spor
Min sorg et større enn ord

Arcturus – Hufsa [The Groke]

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Oh, can you hear the feet of him
That unto us good tidings bring:
The latest gossip of the sin
Of so-called lady Mary?

The maiden of so great respect
The bride-to-be of dear Joseph
Is with a child and does confess
The baby is not of him

Now all can see her holiness
Her honor, grace and faithfulness
Was nothing but a vain pretense
Of being above all others

Oh, isn’t all…
Oh, isn’t all this fine?
Her sin is worse…
Her sin is worse than mine
Oh, isn’t all this fine?

Oh, have you heard the latest news
Of how the carpenter would choose
To stay attached and make his wife
That infamous girl, Mary?

He used to seem a splendid man
We used to think his wisdom grand
Who would’ve thought that he could stand
A filthy harlot by him?

Now all can see his holiness
His honor, grace and faithfulness
Was nothing but a vain pretense
Of being above all others

Oh, isn’t all…
Oh, isn’t all this fine?
His sin is worse…
His sin is worse than mine
Oh, isn’t all this fine?

One night some ordinary men
Just average shepherd brethren
Gazed at a brightly shining star
And heard the sweetest news

They rushed off to the nearby town
Hear what they found, descended down
From Heaven high, the Holy Child
At mercies of plain men

Once they would see His holiness
His honor, grace and faithfulness
By hands of a vain religiousness
Raised high above all others

Oh, have you heard…
Oh, have you heard the news?
Oh, have you heard…
Oh, have you heard the news?
Above my soul He’ll always shine
For the sins He carried were mine

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HB – Mary