Maid of Orleans and Pucelle where the names Six hundred years ago Godly voices directed your aim The seventh awaits Caught at night, Been so fright, Will no surrender Taken down Sold to the crown Accused to be a witch To be burned Oh, how they sigh I'm getting burned Burn, fire, death Heat takes my life The witch must die Twenty six years after this painful death Judgement admitted their fault Holy since last century, the tale will remain Jeanne D' Ark taught us all Caught at night, Been so fright, Will no surrender Taken down Sold to the crown Accused to be a witch To be burned Oh, how they sigh I'm getting burned Burn, fire, death Heat takes my life The witch must die To be burned Oh, how they sigh I'm getting burned Heat, fire, death Heat takes my life The witch must burn Oh, how they sigh I'm getting burned Heat, fire, death Heat takes my life The witch must die Die