Marduk - Echoes From The Past

Jeanne d'Arc, Jeanne d'Arc
Your mother are many
Everything bleeds
Nor have they heard the netherworld move its lips
You haven't heard a word, you haven't heard a word
It's the emptiness
Everything is from within
Afraid to die you are
Don't receive the sword, don't receive the sword
Everything bleeds' the branches bleed
Between your cold mouths
They will throw ashes over the Seine
Ashes over the Seine
Like a funeral veil
Ashes over the seine
Jeanne d'Arc, Jeanne d'Arc