Текст песни Joan

I am as God made me
I have no desire
For a mouth at my breast
Or a pot on the fire I heed the high voices
I go where I'm sent
To mow down the men
who refuse to repent I'm a scythe
in a field full of briers And they won't call me mother, or sister, or wife
they will know me or not by the strength of my life
I will burn with a light of my own
They'll know me as Joan. They'll know me as Joan. The courage of Cathering, the flames of the forge
The sword of Saint Michael, the blood of Saint George
I take what I'm given, I follow my truthHeather Dale - Joan - http://ru.motolyrics.com/heather-dale/joan-lyrics.html
I gladly abandon the bloom of my youth I'm the lashing
that falls from the scourge And they won't call me mother, or sister, or wife
they will know me or not by the strength of my life
I will burn with a light of my own
They'll know me as Joan. They'll know me as Joan. I fight where God tells me. I never ask why.
I've bloodied the Devil with steel from on high.
I kill without consequence, heed no man's law
I sift out the righteous, like grain from the straw. I am judgement,
and heaven is nigh! And they won't call me mother, or sister, or wife
they will know me or not by the strength of my life
I will burn with a light of my own
They'll know me as Joan. They'll know me as Joan.(3x)