They tell me that I have sinned

a mortal sin at that,

for loving her I will suffer

forever in my mind,

madness will be my curse

all for loving her.

 

The religion of the damned

gave me a light to see

that heaven was just a step away from

the burning fields of France,

where I had fought a holy war

along with Joan of Arc.

 

Oh, how we smiled

as we watched her burn,

such joy in her eyes,

the purity of the flames

cleansing her sins forever.

 

But for loving her

I am condemned

to the purity of the past,

no knowledge of this world

and hell on earth awaits

for those who dare to sin against

the religion of the damned.