• Where will you be they tense for warfare?
    What will you see with your innocence there?
    Where will you be my darling?
    Where will you be they tense for warfare?


    Where will you be when God is glorifying?
    There we will be between the dead and dying
    Where will you be my darling?
    Where will you be when God is glorifying?


    Prophecies and glory forge a massive disdain
    For lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns
    Devoted to the votive, holy standard above
    'By command of the king of Heaven'
    Came the death of love

    Where will you be when they're vilifying?
    How will they see when the truth is blinding?
    Where will you be my darling?
    Where will you be when they're vilifying?


    Where will you be when the dark is rising?
    How will you keep from it's terrorizing?
    Where will you be my darling?
    Where will you be when the dark is rising?


    Burning was the sunset like a portent of doom
    On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound

    But visions and ambition
    Never listened to submission
    And she was on a mission from the highest above
    To Lord upon the slaughter
    Like a sword through hissing water
    She arose where archers sought her
    For the death of love

    The righteous death of love

    Gilles adored her drama
    Her suit of pure white armour
    Blazed against the English in a torrent of light

    And as they rallied onto night
    A cancer fled his soul
    Dissolving...

    Framed amid the thick of fire
    Aflame, a Valkyrie
    She made him click without desire
    And in his eyes she swam a Goddess

    And even when they caught her breath
    Her words would leave a scar

    'For only in the grip of darkness
    Will we shine amidst the brightest stars'


    How will you breathe when their wheels are turning?
    How will you know if the sky is burning?
    Where will you be my darling?
    How will you breathe when their wheels are turning?


    Where will you be when Babel builds my fire?
    Will you not flee and label me pariah?
    Where will you be my darling?
    Where will you be when they light my pyre?


    Aligned with Joan in all
    That was enthroned and divine
    He swore to score the crimes
    Jackdaws poured on this dove
    Crimes he knew alone
    Derived from minds of the blind
    The church unfurled for murder perched
    Upon the death of love

    Framed amid the thick of fire
    Aflame, a Valkyrie
    She claimed the skies were lit with spires
    And in his eyes she swam a Goddess

    And even when she fought for breath
    Her words would leave a scar

    'For only in the grip of darkness
    Will we shine amidst the brightest stars'