The Ladies' Tree

Heard voices on the wind
 Soft whispers from the sky
 Sweet voices on the wind
 Echoing inside
 I took up arms for war
 Arms for my country
 Took up arms for my France
 And raised her up a king
 Blood for my country
 Spilt from the heart of me
 Shed for my country
 To raise up a king
 Left by my country
 Now charged with heresy
 A bargain for the enemy
 Abandoned by my king
 They pile up kindling
 Flesh will be burning
 They lay wood for my death
 And say they're men of God
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 I heard an angel
 Be good and go to mass
 Like my mother bade me
 Be good and love God
 I heard an angel
 Come down to counsel me
 But they say no angel
 They blame The Ladies' Tree
 Blame it on The Ladies' Tree
 Build fires under me
 Murder maidens in the flames
 And say you're men of God
 Flowers will fall now
 White petals to the ground
 Just as these ashes fall
 Fall from The Ladies' Tree