God protects you… But not from stupidity… Hm… Insane alibis… Insane alibi… The rain took them… I run around inside my head Bare feet through corridors of ash Every mirror wears a Martyr’s face Every prayer collapses fast Jeanne la Pucelle in the doorway Banner soaked in freezing rain White horse breathing through the smoke clouds France convulsing in her name The Messenger came half-starving Eyes like storms above the dead Saying nature keeps the record Of every wound beneath your step You can’t attack the Earth forever And expect the roots stay still Floodwater rising through the concrete Like a Prophecy fulfilled Saint Margaret beside the fire Saint Catherine in broken glass Michael speaking through the static Saying nothing righteous lasts There’s only one way down… One way down… The rain took them all away Through the gutters of Judgment Day Insane alibis in neon light Everybody swears they’re right God protects you from the knives From the Kings and parasite lives But not from your own hands Not from burning promised lands Jeanne… Jeanne… Still burning in the rain… She heard the voices in the blackout Archangel through electric snow Saints speaking through the fever static Telling her where she should go But the Church called it Demonic Called her visions poison flame Dragged her through the Holy Theater Turned salvation into shame Virgin Saints against the Empire Bodies bruised but never bent Catherine under shattered wheels Margaret through torment And I see them in the floodlights Every century repeats Girls with banners in the fire Marching barefoot through defeat Marie Robine saw the warning… An Armed Virgin would arrive… Merlin whispered through the centuries… A banner carried through the knives… I hear them speaking through the rain pipes Through television snow at night Nature keeps the final verdict Nature always strikes back twice There’s only one way down… Down through the smoke… Down through the Saints… Down through your insane alibis… The rain took them all away Ashes drifting through the gray Every Nation builds its pyres Every Prophet feeds the fire God protects you from the dark From the dogs that tear apart But not from your own pride Not from what you keep inside Jeanne la Pucelle still rides Through the storm behind my eyes And I run around inside my head With the burning and the dead God protects you… But not from stupidity… Hm… The messenger is gone… The rain took her…
