Her penultimate sighs
Called softy on the kindling wind
Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with [bad word] And then a golden flash like the onset of Heaven
Leaving her screams breaking my heart
And in the grip of fire
I knew the death of love

Where will you be when they tense for warfare?
What will you see with your innocence there?
Where will you be my darling?
Where will you be when they tense for warfare?

Where will you be when God is glorifying?
There we will be between the dead and dying
Where will you be my darling?
Where will you be when God is glorifying?

Prophecies and glory forge a massive disdain
For lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns
Devoted to the votive, holy standard above [bad word] of the king of Heaven'
Came the death of love

Where will you be when they're vilifying?
How will they see when the [bad word] is blinding?
Where will you be my darling?
Where will you be when they're vilifying?

Where will you be when the dark is rising?
How will you keep from it's terrorizing?
Where will you be my darling?
Where will you be when the dark is rising?

Burning was the sunset like a portent of doom
On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound

But visions and ambition
Never listened to submission
And she was on a mission from the highest above
To Lord upon the slaughter
Like a sword through hissing water
She arose where archers sought her
For the death of love

The righteous death of love

Gilles adored her drama
Her suit of pure white armour
Blazed against the English in a torrent of light

And as they rallied onto night
cancer fled his soul
Dissolving...

Framed amid the thick of fire
Aflame, a Valkyrie
She made him click without desire
And in his eyes she swam a Goddess

And even when they caught her breath
Her words would leave a scar
'For only in the grip of darkness
Will we shine amidst the brightest stars'

How will you breathe when their wheels are turning?
How will you know if the sky is burning?
Where will you be my darling?
How will you breathe when their wheels are turning?

Where will you be when Babel builds my fire?
Will you not flee and label me pariah?
Where will you be my darling?
Where will you be when they light my pyre?

Aligned with Joan in all
That was enthroned and divine
He swore to score the crimes
Jackdaws poured on this dove
Crimes he knew alone
Derived from minds of the blind
The church unfurled for murder perched
Upon the death of love

Framed amid the thick of fire
Aflame, a Valkyrie
She claimed the skies were lit with spires
And in his eyes she swam a Goddess

And even when she fought for breath
Her words would leave a scar
'For only in the grip of darkness
Will we shine amidst the brightest stars'

(Её предсмертный вздох,
Едва слышимый на пламенеющем ветру.
Её высоко поднятые святые глаза, полные слез и правды.
И затем золотая вспышка, подобно небесному порыву,
Оставившая ее крики, разбив моё сердце.
И во власти огня
Я познал смерть любви.

Где будешь ты, когда они соберутся для боя?
Что ты с невинностью своей увидишь там?
Где будешь ты, любовь моя?
Где будешь ты, когда они соберутся для боя?

Где будешь ты в час славы Божьей?
Мы будем там, среди мертвых и умирающих.
Где будешь ты, любовь моя?
Где будешь ты в час славы Божьей?

Пророчества и слава куют всеобщее пренебрежение
Лежать в тени, бездействуя, пока враг правит.
Посвященная исполняемому обету, со святым знаменем над головой,
По велению короля небес
Настала смерть любви.

Где будешь ты, когда вокруг клевета?
Как можно видеть, когда правда слепа.
Где будешь ты, любовь моя?
Где будешь ты, когда вокруг клевета?

Где будешь ты, когда тьма восстает?
Как ты сбережешь себя от страха, вселяемого ею