作词 : Frank Bornemann 作曲 : Frank Bornemann Buried in the ground Inside the hallowed walls A sword in silence as a mystic legacy Kept in secrecy Veiled in mystery Waiting for the day of it´s higher destination Its blade of silver steel Once proved in times of war Reawakened now by signs of revelation A mighty call resounds Sacral chants rebound A crowd of warriors follows now the promised virgin into war
Belief and confidence Guided by providence The Child of Light rides in arms and armour Her aura penetrates Heart and mind and soul Setting ablaze a fire inside of all our senses Dispersed all fears inside Encouraged now to fight United side by side to regain our liberty They´re marching to release The victims of the war Rising in trust of holy guidance we are chanting on
Choir: We fear no one we trust in Jeanne our weapons strike like fire we roll like thunder skies torn asunder a mighty roar from heaven the warriors of the lord
invincible infallible a holy blaze of fire the choice of heaven a deadly weapon we fight to end the torture the iron hand of god
we fear no one we trust in Jeanne her silver armor shining the choice of heaven a deadly weapon a holy blaze of fire the iron hand of god
作词 : Frank Bornemann 作曲 : Frank Bornemann Buried in the ground Inside the hallowed walls A sword in silence as a mystic legacy Kept in secrecy Veiled in mystery Waiting for the day of it´s higher destination Its blade of silver steel Once proved in times of war Reawakened now by signs of revelation A mighty call resounds Sacral chants rebound A crowd of warriors follows now the promised virgin into war
Belief and confidence Guided by providence The Child of Light rides in arms and armour Her aura penetrates Heart and mind and soul Setting ablaze a fire inside of all our senses Dispersed all fears inside Encouraged now to fight United side by side to regain our liberty They´re marching to release The victims of the war Rising in trust of holy guidance we are chanting on
Choir: We fear no one we trust in Jeanne our weapons strike like fire we roll like thunder skies torn asunder a mighty roar from heaven the warriors of the lord
invincible infallible a holy blaze of fire the choice of heaven a deadly weapon we fight to end the torture the iron hand of god
we fear no one we trust in Jeanne her silver armor shining the choice of heaven a deadly weapon a holy blaze of fire the iron hand of god
