If You Have No One

They come canvassed in white And now we break through Talbot's lines For his command's in dire straits To sear the lions head, the maiden dons her blade As archers light their bows Intrepid horns that carry out our song And with hell upon our gates For England, you will truly rue the day you came It's the last thing that we'll ever know It's the last thing that we'll ever know It's the last thing that we'll ever know It's the last thing that we'll ever know For the Maid of Orleans grace The northern crosses have been donned in blood And the spectres flee from Rouen's wake The sound of steel, a new tale told from shore to state It's the last thing that we'll ever know It's the last thing that we'll ever know It's the last thing that we'll ever know It's the last thing that we'll ever know If I am not May He make me And if I am So He'll keep me For all I am For all I am For all I am For all I am For all I am, for all I am For all I am, for all I am For all I am, for all I am For all I am, for all I am