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
