| By the rays of the morning light
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| Driven by confidence inside
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| She’s leaving her home without a word
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| With sadness in her heart
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| Snow is falling to the ground
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| The winter’s wind is piercing cold
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| Going through the garments on her skin
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| On the way to Vaucouleurs
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| Behold the virgin of Domremy
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| So pure and fearless in her heart inside
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| Ready to fight for our Liberty
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| Until the day we all will be forever free
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| At last inside of the castle’s wall
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| She’s talking about her heavenly call
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| Her aura irresistible — penetrating mind and soul
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| In belief we decide to follow hero
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| Chinon where the King dwells in despair
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| (Now) We’re departing Vaucouleurs 6 guardians at her side
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| Behold the virgin of Domremy
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| We place reliance in her holy mission
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| We pray for her in humility
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| May the angels of heaven guide her on her way
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| Jeanne:
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| «Captain Baudricourt, have thanks for sending me to Chinon with an escort.
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| I promise you that from now on the fate of our land will turn. |
| Verily…
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| the King of Heaven sent me to save our suffering people. |
| I will defeat the
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| hostile invaders with a great army and banish them from the land,
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| and our Dauphin Charles will soon receive his consecration as king,
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| and rule over a united, free land.»
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| Behold the virgin of Domremy
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| The riding saviour we’ve been praying for
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| The flaming sword of the prophecy
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| To end the grief our land has borne for far too long |