The world around is cold and dark
Like prison cell for Joan of Arc
All I remember aspen park
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Joan Of Arc
The world around is cold and dark
Like prison cell for Joan of Arc
All I remember aspen park
your vicious glance that seemed to spark
you tried my faith for own lark
but I believed my mind was dark.
They called me vile Joan of Arc
I didn't care I was stark
but not immune to such ill-luck
my prison cell is cold and dark
The heat of fire begins to spark
to warm up freezing Joan of Arc