Her penultimate sighs

Called softy on the kindling wind

Her saintly eyes filling with tears,

lifting with truth

And then a golden flash

like the onset of Heaven

Leaving her screams breaking my heart

And in the grip of fire I knew the death of love

Where will you be when they tense for warfare?

What will you see with your innocence there?

Where will you be my darling?

Where will you be when they tense for warfare?

Where will you be when God is glorifying?

There we will be between the dead and dying

Where will you be my darling?

Where will you be when God is glorifying?

ooooo

Prophecies and glory forge a massive disdain

For laying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns

Devoted to the votive holy standard above

'By command of the king of Heaven' Came in the death_of...love....

Where will you be when they're vilifying?

How will they see whe the truth is blinding?

Where will you be my darling?

Where will you be when they're vilifying?

Where will you be when the dark is rising?

How will you keep from it's terrorizing?

Where will you be my darling?

Where will you be when the dark is rising?

OOO...

Burning was the sunset like a portent of doom

On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound

But visions and ambition Never listened to submission

And the she was on a mission from the highest above...

To Lord upon the slaughter Like a sword through hissing water

She arose where archers sought her For the death...the death of love

The righteous death of love

The righteous death..of love

Gilles adored her drama

Her suit of pure white armour

Blazed against the English in a torrent of..light

And as they rallied onto night

A cancer fled his soul...

Dissolving...

Framed amid the thick of fire

Aflame, a Valkyrie

She made him click wit..hout desire

And in his eyes she swam a Goddess

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And e..ven when they caught her breath

Her words would leave a scar

'For only in...the grip of darkness

Will we shine amidst

the brightest stars'.....

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How will you breathe when their wheels are turning?

How will you know if the sky is burning?

Where will you be my darling?

How will you breathe when their wheels are turning?

Where will you be when Babel builds my fire?

Will you not flee and label me pariah?

Where will you be my darling?

Where will you be when they light my pyre?

OOO....

Aligned with Joan in all That was enthroned and divine

He swore to score the crimes..Jackdaws poured on this dove

Crimes he knew alone Devride from minds of the blind

The church unfurled for murder perched Upon..the death of love

Framed amid..the thick of fire

Aflame, a Valkyrie

She claimed the skies were lit with spires

And in his eyes she swam a Goddess

And even when she fought...for breath

Her words would leave a scar

'For only in...the grip of darkness

Will we shine amidst

the brightest stars'