Joan of Arc

The sun rises in the sky,

To greet a morning full of fears.

Hundreds of thousands awake to die,

Every day for a hundred years.

I was born in a war,

I live in a war,

And I will surely die in war,

But I give my life for something more.

Life is short and war is long.

Who am I against a hundred years?

Courage is rare and hate is strong.

Who am I against a hundred fears?

Hate is the oldest enemy,

And I am still so young.

But I have faith that through my God,

Victory will be won.

I see nothing but blood and sword,

Every day for all my years.

But I will first serve my Lord,

I will conquer a hundred fears.

What I believe is just and right,

For this cause I will fight.

I know the price which I must pay,

For I will surely die today.

I give you my every sunrise,

I give you all my tears,

I give you everything I own,

My life, my future, all my years.

The sun rises: pink and gold.

Hate is not yet deceased.

I will never live to be old,

I will never live to see the peace.