The Divine Victim کے بول

Angel of death spreads his wings on the glass Reading the face of the posters he passed Eyes of the seekers watch deadly and chilled Others will be and forever through still Joan of Ark Warrior queen Loved herself Witch Fill air with steam with his nostrils so wide True with their cause now their breath gives him pride All of his gas be layed wide on the turf Notice the spray of the erupting surf Joan of Ark Warrior queen Loved herself The divine victim On your voices Marching through her own Choices Loved herself Witch Delayed the rider distorted and pale Do with his problems, the rust on his helm' The tents were all silent the banners had flown Lassos are lifted and the trumpets are blown Joan of Ark Loved herself Joan of Ark Warrior queen Joan of Ark Loved herself Witch