Lyrics

The year was 1424
In the fields you tended sheep
12 years young and so innocent
You heard the voices speak
You saw their images
St. Michael, St. Margaret and St. Catherine

You shared your visions
Everybody said you're mad
Your own father called you a whore
But you defied their words
Disguised yourself as a man
Your saints had you leading France in a war

The saints said Joan of Arc - You are the chosen one
Joan of Arc - You are the chosen one
We will guide you through until the war is won

You led thousands of war weary men
Lifted spirits, restored faith in God
Praying day and night
You won your victories
Killed in the name of justice and God

Honored and adored you were their heroine
'til the enemy captured you
In a dungeon chained, dirty, cold and dark
Your three saints rarely speaking to you

But you said to yourself I am the chosen one
You said to yourself I am the chosen one
My saints will guide me until the war is won

Burn the witch - Burn the witch - Burn the witch
I am not a witch - I am only doing what the saints have asked me to do
I am only doing what God wants me to do
Why can't you open your eyes and see the truth?

Only nineteen
Damned a witch by the church powers
Burned at the stake
Then saw their mistake in the final hour
People swore that from the flames
They saw Christ's name above the cross of wood
Then emerged a white dove with the word love
So you were granted sainthood
You were granted sainthood

The crowds were crying out - You are the chosen one
The crowds were crying out - You are the chosen one
Please guide us through
Begging please guide us through
Pleading please guide us through
Until the war is... war is... war is...