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Текст (слова) песни: Dark Moor - Maid of Orleans

I was born in France, called the "Maid of Orleans"
Led by the voices of the Saints
I went to the Court dressed in mens clothes
To save my people from the yoke
I was given troops to destroy the English roots
And to crown the Dauphin at Reims

Im not a man searching the glory
Im just the hand chosen to fight
Its a long way to our freedom
I was betrayed. Im burning at the stake

My own blood sold me in the battlefield
Charles the King made no attemps to save me
I wont be free till the day of my death
The pyre is light. I see the end

Im not a man searching the glory
Im just the hand chosen to fight
Its a long way to our freedom
I was betrayed. Im burning at the stake

Id rather die than live chained in this cell
I hold to what I have already said
I wont be free till the day of my death
The pyre is light. I see the end

Im not a man searching the glory
Im just the hand chosen to fight
Its a long way to our freedom
I was betrayed. Im burning at the stake

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A Lament Of Misery
A Life For Revenge
A New World
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Beyond the Fire
Born In The Dark
By The Stange Path Of Destiny
Calling On The Wind
Cuentos De Ayer Y De Hoy
Cyrano Of Bergerac
Dies Irae (Amadeus)
Dies Irae (Orchestral Version)
Dragon Into The Fire
Eternity
Flying
From Dawn To Dusk
From Hell
Halloween
Hand in Hand
In The Heart Of Stone
Jame Is The Avenger
Magic Land
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Memories
Mistery Of Goddess
Mortal Sin
Philip, The Second
Quest for the Eternal Fame
Return For Love (Attila)
Silver Lake
Somewhere In Dreams
Starsmaker (Elbereth)
The Bane Of Daninsky (The Werewolf)
The Call
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The Fall Of Melnibone
The Fall Of Melnibonи
The Ghost Sword (Attila)
The King`s Sword
The Night Of The Age
The Shadow Of The Nile
The Sound of the Blade
The Truth For Me
Time Is The Avenger
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Wind Like Stroke (Attila)
Your Symphony