From the recording Country of Origin
Lyrics
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