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At fourteen they came, entreating "won't you save, won't you save the country"
I had nothing to fight with but prophecies

I told them, "leave me"

But they stayed, they stayed
and I traveled to the king and spoke with him

The sign convinced him of my voices' provenance
and he tested me for three weeks

In April I rode inside my white armor
ahead of all the troops behind

They wounded me with an arrow
but our campaign became victorious

And with the battle won, my voices they told me my life was done

So when we attacked Paris, we failed
and I was lost and betrayed

The enemy declared me a heretic
They said the devil had his own hand in mine

When the flames began, my aching voice
it called out for the son of God