Compiègne - Eloy

A fatal plan emerges

Still held in secrecy

The army, now disbanded

By strict royal decree

We all are disappointed

We wonder what goes on

The royal dispositions

Are hard to understand

We’re on our own

We’re left alone

In a tempest of time

Our destination so far

Becoming shady, bizarre

In ambiguity

The king, complacently

Amid of adulation

Surrounded by

Hypocritical nobility

While he enjoys his leisure

Appointed confidents

Negotiate infamously

With fraudulent burgundians

In these turbulent times

Filled with misery and crime

Uncared-for victims of war

Machinations, obscured

Corruption prevails

In a political game

Jeanne, isolated now

From now on, on her own

Without any command

In the care of La Tremoille

He is a devious person

But royal chamberlain

She is afraid of treason

By this insidious man

She foresees disaster

But yet she’s marching on

Towards the enemies

To combat them at Compiègne

Only a tiny army

Is still there at here side

Despite we bravely battled

No chance to win the fight

Meamwhile we were surrounded

Lost in an awful state

By a superior army

Beside the bridgehead gate

Helpless, we saw dismayed

How Jeanne was taken captive

And in the fatal hands

Of our enemies