Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc As she came riding through the dark No moon to keep her Armour bright Then no man to get her through this darkest very smoky night She said, "I'm tired of the war I want the kind of work I had before With a wedding dress or something white To wear upon my swollen appetite" Well, I'm glad to to hear you talk this way You see I've watched you riding all most every single day And theres something in me yearns to win Such a very cold and such a very lonesome heroine 'Well then, who are you?" she sternly spoke To the one beneath the smoke "Why, I'm, I'm fire," he replied "And I love your solitude, how I love your sense of pride" "Well then fire, make your body cold I'm gonna give you mine to hold" Saying this she climbed inside To be his one, to be his only bride It was deep into his fiery heart He took the dust of a Joan of Arc And high above all these assembled wedding guests He hung the ashes of her very lovely wedding dress It was deep deep into his fiery heart That he took the dust of all precious Joan of Arc Then she clearly clearly understood If if he was fire, oh she must be wood I saw her wince, I saw her cry I saw the glory in her eye Myself I long, I long for love and light But must it come so cruel, and must it must it be so very bright? © SONY/ATV SONGS LLC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com