Letras de Joan of Arc

The flames they followed Joan of Arc
As she came riding through the dark
No moon to keep her armor bright
No man to get her through the smoky night
She said, "I′m tired of the war
I want the work I had before
A wedding dress or something white
To wear upon my swollen appetite"

"I'm glad to hear you talk this way
I′ve watched you riding every day
And something in me yearns to win
Such a cold and lonesome heroine"
"And who are you?" she sternly spoke
To the voice beneath the smoke
"I am fire," he replied
"And I love your solitude and I love your pride"

"Fire make your body cold
When I give you mine to hold"
And saying this she stepped inside
To be his one, to be his only bride
And deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of Joan of Arc
And high above the wedding guests
He hung the ashes of her wedding dress

Deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of Joan of Arc
Then she clearly understood
If he was fire then she must be wood

I saw her wince, I saw her cry
Saw the glory in her eye
Myself I long for love and light
But must it come so cruel, must it be so bright