Joan of Arc

now the Flames they follow jonar she came riding through the dark no moon to keep her armor bright no man to get her through this dark and Smoky night she said I'm tired of the war I want the kind of work I had before a wedding dress or something white to wear upon my swollen die la la la la la la la la la la la la la well I'm glad to hear you talk this way I've watched you riding every day and there's something in me that yearns to win such a cold such a lonesome heroin and who are you she sternly spoke to the one beneath the SM wh fire he replied and I love your Solitude I love your pray well then fire make your body cold I'm going to give you my hold and saying this she climbed inside to be his one to be his only bride then deep into his Fiery Heart he took the dust of jonavan and high above all these wedding guests he hung the ashes of a lovely wedding dress it was deep into his Fiery Heart he took the dust of John and then she clear understood if he was F she must be I saw her winds I saw her cry I saw the glory in her ey myself along long for L and L but must it come so cruel must it be so pray la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la