Where will you be they tense for warfare?nWhat will you see with your innocence there?nWhere will you be my darling?nWhere will you be they tense for warfare?nnWhere will you be when God is glorifying?nThere we will be between the dead and dyingnWhere will you be my darling?nWhere will you be when God is glorifying?nnProphecies and glory forge a massive disdainnFor lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reignsnDevoted to the votive, holy standard abovenBy command of the king of HeavennCame the death of lovennWhere will you be when they're vilifying?nHow will they see when the truth is blinding?nWhere will you be my darling?nWhere will you be when they're vilifying?nnWhere will you be when the dark is rising?nHow will you keep from it's terrorizing?nWhere will you be my darling?nWhere will you be when the dark is rising?nnBurning was the sunset like a portent of doomnOn the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her woundnnBut visions and ambitionnNever listened to submissionnAnd she was on a mission from the highest abovenTo Lord upon the slaughternLike a sword through hissing waternShe arose where archers sought hernFor the death of lovennThe righteous death of lovennGilles adored her dramanHer suit of pure white armornBlazed against the English in a torrent of lightnnAnd as they rallied onto nightnA cancer fled his soulnDissolvingnnFramed amid the thick of firenAflame, a ValkyrienShe made him click without desirenAnd in his eyes she swam a GoddessnnAnd even when they caught her breathnHer words would leave a scarnnFor only in the grip of darknessnWill we shine amidst the brightest starsnnHow will you breathe when their wheels are turning?nHow will you know if the sky is burning?nWhere will you be my darling?nHow will you breathe when their wheels are turning?nnWhere will you be when Babel builds my fire?nWill you not flee and label me pariah?nWhere will you be my darling?nWhere will you be when they light my pyre?nnAligned with Joan in allnThat was enthroned and divinenHe swore to score the crimesnJackdaws poured on this dovenCrimes he knew alonenDerived from minds of the blindnThe church unfurled for murder perchednUpon the death of lovennFramed amid the thick of firenAflame, a ValkyrienShe claimed the skies were lit with spiresnAnd in his eyes she swam a GoddessnnAnd even when she fought for breathnHer words would leave a scarnnFor only in the grip of darknessnWill we shine amidst the brightest stars