Rouen - Eloy

After days in chains

Caged behind strong walls

She awaits her trial

Stands before a jury now

A large tribunal

Of strenuous men in gowns

With bad intentions

The judges question her

Try to confuse her mind

Until they find a reason

To convict her

To condemn her

To excommunicate her

Get her burnt alive

Useless to defend

Against a certain deadly end

All your hope now fades away

You’ve been spitefully lead astray

By insidious men

Determined to condemn you

By a devious plan

You seek shelter by your saints

Refuse their voices to deny

Their truly guidance on

Your way — Their celestial aid

Comforting refuge in your plight

Omnipresent in your mind

You trust in their advice

Never leave your side until eternity