Holy Mary, the Devil is coming...
The clergy, they number thirteen,
Trembling naked in the courtyard,
In the city of Orleans...
Burn, burn, burn at the stake!
Thirteen clergy to the fire!
Dreadful fog over hallowed ground,
As the condemned await their fate...
Diocletian's shadow cast upon them
And they will burn at the stake
Burn, burn, burn at the stake!
Thirteen clergy to the fire!
They will burn, burn, burn at the stake!
Thirteen clergy to the fire!
Our blood is shed on these ropes...
No reprise from King Robert.
Their charred remains in 1022
Were scattered in the winter wind
Burn, burn, burn at the stake!
Thirteen clergy to the fire!
They will burn, burn, burn at the stake!
Thirteen clergy to the fire!