Performance: Joan of Arc. Page 1

The son thing was - and began to talk back.
Was linked - has now become winged.
Catch up! To associate! Stop!
Oh, mother! Oh, kindergarten!

Poor people!
Quick to judgment, ridicule, betrayal, flattery --
On faith rather...

I'm over the Board, but who figure set?
Blood
Bitter the bitter wine.
I
Entered the game not knowing the rules,
Leaving distaff and spindle...

God help the
Who wants to help themselves.
War - the road to darkness
And the way to heaven!

The best rim -
Only glory, only the glory!

For hundreds of years
I - final answer
The last argument of kings
And the first cry of their - "Kill"!
I continue the struggle,
I voice the morning of the pipe,
I - awe silk banners,
I relationship is destroyed times,
Subject to my call,
I excuse everything!
The purpose of the marauders and merchants
The children's inheritance from fathers,
While you are hungry and angry,
I cut all the knots!
Iron age, iron laughter,
I am the reward for all!
Change a miserable crate
On heroic death.
I have permission from the bands,
Loves me not only a coward,
And like Virgo and singers
Poets, thieves, simpletons,
What mochiv mustache's fault
Compose songs about me.
I'm your first string!
My calling is to war!

Salvation always dreamed of and so assigned by the Creator.
Where the star of Bethlehem? And hell always face.
Where fireworks of miracles past? And the abomination of desolation is here.
Each blind. And every demon. So it was ever, and this day.

You forgot that in the Universe
The battle of spirit battle battle.