Now the flames, they followed Joan of Arc
As she came riding through the dark
No moon to keep her armor bright
No
man to get her through this very smoky night
She said, I'm tired of the war
I want the kind of work I had before
Well I'm glad to hear you talk this way
You know I've watched you riding every day
And something in me yearns to win
Such a cold and lonesome heroine
And who are you,
she sternly spoke
To the one beneath the smoke
Why I'm fire,
he replied And I love your solitude
I love your pride
Then fire,
make your body cold
I'm gonna give you mine to hold
Saying this, she climbed inside To be his one,
to be his only bride
And deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of Joan of Arc
And high above the wedding guests He hung the ashes
of her wedding dress
It was deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of Joan of Arc
And then she clearly understood If he was fire,
oh then she must be wood
I saw her wince,
I saw her cry I saw the glory in her eye
Myself I long for love and light But
must it come so cruel and oh so bright