Joan of Arc (c. 1412 30 May 1431) also known as "the Maid of Orleans," was a 15th century Catholic Saint, and national heroine of France. A peasant girl born in Eastern France, Joan led the French army to several important victories during the Hundred Years' War, claiming divine guidance, and was indirectly responsible for the coronation of King Charles VII. She was captured by the English, tried by an ecclesiastical court and burned at the stake when she was nineteen years old. Twenty-four years later, the Holy See reviewed the decision of the ecclesiastical court, found her innocent, and declared her a martyr. She was beatified in 1909 and later canonized in 1920. This retelling of her story is from a song by Heather Dale, whose work can be found on www.heatherdale.com.. + Informações

EDIT 2: I stopped the option of giving a reaction. Sorry or the people who enjoy the song. Me and Heather Dale are really appreciating your support. But my inbox gets TOO crowded with reactions that only labels other people, calls other people (and their religion) names or whatever idiot uses of words... So hopefully you can still enjoy the music, without putting a reaction on it EDIT: Finally I found the picture of the woman back: Here you go and please credit the maker when you visit it ;) darknesswonder.deviantart.com I like the song and I like the story^^ [Though, I do not know all the details, so please don't ask them. I won't be able to help] But I made this Lyrics video. I hope you like it^^ I DON'T OWN ANYTHING. PURELY FANMADE. NO PROFIT MADE WITH THIS CREDITS: Mordred's Lullaby (TOL Mix), written and performed by Heather Dale, from her CD "Avalon" -- mp3 and CDs available at on iTunes or www.HeatherDale.com!!! THE STORY: Mordred LeFay is the son of King Arthur and Arthur's half sis. His mother (Morgan LeFay) teaches him from cradle to grave that his father (Arthur) has stolen the throne from her. (She has her reasons, let it stay at that) So she thinks it is up to Mordred to get it back, even if it means he will die. [Don't you just LOVE motherly affection? ]. + Informações

A breathtakingly gorgeous song by Heather Dale, complete with the lyrics! Enjoy :). + Informações

This is a bit of a deviation from my usual videos, in that this is not an AMV, but a song with timed lyrics. I just thought that this song was so beautiful, that it had to be shared. I am a HUGE Arthurian geek, and I used one of Heather Dale's other songs ["Mordred's Lullaby"] in one of my AC videos. I hope you enjoy! Song: The Trial of Lancelot. Artist: Heather Dale. Also, some notes: Some of the spellings of names differ depending on the source. For example, "Gawaine" can be spelled with or without the ending "E". Also, "Iseult" may be spelled "Isolde" or "Isolt" depending. I simply went with my preferred spellings in these cases. I love the way Heather Dale pronounces "Gawaine," by the way.. + Informações

Just some pictures of girls to Heather Dale's Medusa 1st time making a slideshow...tell me what you think :) --------- Enjoy...and credit for all of the pictures goes to their artists or finders ~MissNightMare999. + Informações

The official video for Heather Dale's song "Mountain" - starring Heather, Ben Deschamps and John Stadtlander, as well as their audio engineers Dave and Andy. Thanks for watching! PS: Fan made videos ROCK! Send us more! PPS: You can find "Mountain" on the album "The Gabriel Hounds" on iTunes or on HeatherDale.com. + Informações

Marvelous song of this great celtic singer, about Tristan and Isolt legend. From Album: MAY QUEEN Music and Lyric: Heather Dale. + Informações

LYRICS IN THE DESCRIPTION! same as my first vid, heather dale songs from the album 'call the name' song: One of Us artist: Heather Dale album: Call the Name lyrics: before i got to fighting, or when fighting got to me, i looked to find examples on the field of chivalry i saw mighty arms much stronger than my arms would ever be, and i thought perhaps the field was not for me. but i stayed and watched the fighting, 'till one figure stood apart, in armour nearly fashioned, and a helm more pot than art. but each blow was thrown with honor, and a lightness of the heart, so i took that step which soon became a start. 'cause She was not the biggest fighter, nor one to raise a fuss, But I remember being proud that she was one of us. and we might never stand together in the shield-wall side by side, but because of her i lift my sword with pride. she was ladylike and lively, not the type you would expect. with a braver heart than many, and a slot-shot to respect. i guess she'd once decided this was where she'd like to be, and i thought if she could do it, why not me? 'cause She was not the biggest fighter, nor one to raise a fuss, But I remember being proud that she was one of us. and we might never stand together in the shield-wall side by side, but because of her i lift my sword with pride. So now as I gather armour, bits and pieces here and there, I think about examples: how you act, and what you dare; Cause you never know whos watching, or how far the story goes, And where eer .... + Informações

This song belongs to Heather Dale and her genius! Lyrics: You're begging on your knees without dirtying your hand You want someone to love, but not someone I can The wilderness calls me again A trusted friend in my exile I'm free in my exile, I'm free The stringless thorns replace the fishhooks in my flesh You try to draw me in but still deny the net You're clinging to what I have left While I forget in my exile I'm free in my exile, I'm free to forget I brand these rags and tatters on my feet Here are tests I know that I can beat You say that I am weak and kiss the tears away You offer what I need for more than I can pay My choice is who I should betray Or to stay in my exile I'm free in my exile, I'm free to stay I'm free in my exile I'm free in my exile, I'm free I'm free again. + Informações

One of my favourite songs from Heather Dale's album "The Trial of Lancelot". I do not own this song!. + Informações

This is similar to the 'Sedna' one. I didn't sing the song because I can't sing, therefore it belongs to her, not me. So there. The lyrics are from LyricWiki and the song comes from 'The Road to Santiago', which I bought. PM me if you want it. You think if you set the price they'll turn me in You think that when I'm up upon the pike you'll win They'll say that I was fighting For the spirit of the law What will they say about you When I'm gone You murdered and you stole you mocked the home I gave Though I'd prefer a happy end no man can cheat the grave I know what they'll remember In the words of every song What will they say about you When I'm gone They'll say We stared into the wind that tore away our breath We left behind a message that can not be claimed by death A hero lives forever For the ones that carry on What will they say about you When I'm gone. + Informações

I own nothing Song by Heather Dale - Joan. + Informações

This song belongs to Heather Dale and her genius. Lyrics: There was a fair and youthful man Called Pierre LeBlanc was he Who loved a girl called Marianne Who lived in far Paris One day there came by messenger A letter in her hand That begged him come and marry her And travel across the land. "Ho-ho!" said Pierre, "my fortune's fair My lady calls to me." He packed his bags upon his mare And off on the quest went he. Once in Province he met by chance A man whose back was bare "Good sir," said he, "come pity me, I have not a stitch to wear "I'll offer for your threadbare cloak This blessed and rare acorn That grows into a silver oak Sure as the lord was born." "Ho-ho!" said Pierre," my fortune's fair To own such a useful tree." He tucked it safe in his underwear And went off cloaklessly. As Pierre rode on he chanced upon A man who came beside "Good sir," said he, "it saddens me to see that poor beast you ride. That nag won't carry you a mile Then she'll be surely dead. To save you trouble, give her here. I'll give you this ass instead!" "Ho-ho!" said Pierre, "my fortune's fair To dodge a calamity!" So off he went on the donkey's back To travel towards Paris. As Pierre approached the city gates A beggar raised a cry "By God, it is the King of France!" And bowed as Pierre rode by. "Your majesty, I know it's you, Though you don't wear your crown For royal men ride as you do A-jouncing up and down!" "Ho-ho!" said Pierre, "my fortune's fair Mistaken for King Louis!" He gave his .... + Informações

This song belongs to Heather Dale and her genius! Lyrics: Mother would tell me I was a pretty girl Then she would cry all night Nobody thinks that really they're being cruel When they suggest that I should try to look like them As if God loved the pretty ones best Damn 'em all- I create my own perfection Damn 'em all in the face of their rejection Damn 'em all- well this dog will have its day My garden's full of pretty men who couldn't stay away Notice the ones who all like to criticize Are the ones trying to hide Why would I sell my soul to be one of them Better to love the me within behind the skin I choose to be a goddess inside Damn 'em all- I create my own perfection Damn 'em all in the face of their rejection Damn 'em all- well this dog will have its day My garden's full of pretty men who couldn't stay away Damn 'em all- I create my own perfection Damn 'em all in the face of their rejection Damn 'em all- well this dog will have its day My garden's full of pretty men who couldn't stay away Damn 'em all!. + Informações

same as my other vids, heather dale songs from the album 'call the name' song: Smiths Circle artist: Heather Dale album: Call the Name check out my other videos for more heather dale songs. i'll add the rest of the songs later. DISCLAIMER: i do not own this song, it is the property of Heather Dale.. + Informações

This is a Christmas/thank you present for a friend of mine. The goal here wasn't so much to have Merlin/Freya going on here (though obviously that's what it is) as much as I'm trying to recreate a more classic telling of the story of the Lady of the Lake and Merlin with a side plot about Excalibur in the background.. + Informações

same old, same old I promise you nothing, I take only that which is free I'd give you a life full of risk, and the whirlwind of joy that can be Don't try to bind me, just love me without any greed And I'll give you the world, and my heart, and the air that I breathe Slip the jesses my love This hunter you own from the hood to the glove When the circling and striking are done, and I land, Let me come back to your hand, let me come back to your hand. I have no illusions to think that I know what will come I laugh at the concept of life as a simple result of the sun I just want to hold you, and share with you all of this life With the stars in the darkness, and love in the light, and its dizzying height Slip the jesses my love This hunter you own from the hood to the glove When the circling and striking are done, and I land, Let me come back to your hand, let me come back to your hand Slip the jesses my love The hunter you own from the hood to the glove When the circling and striking are done, and I land Let me come back to your hand, let me come back to your hand Let me come back to your hand.. + Informações

You know the drill... A townsman's life is even, like the dust upon the road; Not changing with the seasons ? just fortune's fickle load. But sitting on my step and bending hide and thread to task, I saw the first man walking, I saw the first man walking, I saw the first of many walking past. In ones and twos they traveled; the first hints of the wave. With hat and stick and scallop they would go to see the grave Of the Saint who'd lived among us, a town he'd come to save As he walked along the road to Santiago. With pennies in their pockets and blisters on their feet, They'd come within their weariness, the humble and the meek, For while a day could bring them wages, these months would bring release From the road that they were walking, This road that they were walking, This road that led them forth in their belief. Soon the trickle was a torrent; then the torrent was a flood. And like Noah, how they laughed amid the gadflies and the mud. Oh, I wondered what they shared that made such disparate men beloved As they walked along the road to Santiago? One had come from Germany, and one from here in Spain, And one from near the Bosporus where Constantine had reigned. From every land they ventured forth, then ventured home again, And found a road worth walking, They found this road worth walking, For all agreed their roads were much the same. And so I laid my work aside ? the day's long toils would keep, For, what was said "A man must sow if he intends to reap"? So with a .... + Informações

LYRICS IN THE DESCRIPTION! First was the wolf and the wilds and the will And the rule of the mid-realm king Long was the night when the wolf pack was still in their wait for the gathering spring Soft was the face of the deep-hidden flower that bloomed in the whispering wood Strong was the sight of the heaven's red eye when the dawn was the scarlet of blood Then came the ship to the ice-ridden shore that carried the northern star Proud indeed was the banner they bore that flew from the uppermost spar Many a back built the citadel wall that grew on the banks of the leer Loud was the sounding of destiny's call for those with the wisdom to hear Up let the spark that that ignited the rain of sententious flint and steel Deep were the secrets the dwarf smith could name and the cauldron of gold could reveal Dear was their sister who guided the grails in the lands of the easterly dawn Steep were the banks of the river of years when their duty was finally done Strong is the pull of a name for your home and a heritage all can share Old was the wisdom the bard had once shone who had founded the land of the hare Thoughtful the moot and the future they saw and the hope they agreed to declare Gold and the pattern on history's loom were the threads they were measuring there So spread the dream like a hungering flame over Ealdormere's towns and fields Fated were they who would carry the name and the weight of the champion's steel But for the symbols in copper and hide that encircled their .... + Informações

Album: May Queen Lyrics: He was young and he rode along the river Raven-haired The fairest thing to grace those steady banks In ages come and lost for-ever And power laid upon him Like a thousand secrets she would never know And so she spoke In the lapping of the land Golden-tongued Her whispers fickle jewels along the sand Ephemeral and softly spoken But he was wiser than his years And shed his hooves to meet her there Among the reeds where earth recedes There he stood. As the silt caressed the bottoms of his feet Circles formed: growing outward, drawing inward Gaining strength and going homeward In the trumpeting of swans In lilies laced upon a pond She rose before him like the ice before the Spring And was a queen And their touch was like a lover's Clear and sweet, drenching and unfolding With no need for air or sunlight in the deep And in the passions that they bared In pledges won and secrets shared They'd stand together in what destiny would bring And crown a king. + Informações

same as my other vids, heather dale songs from the album 'call the name' song: White Rose artist: Heather Dale album: Call the Name check out my other videos for more heather dale songs. DISCLAIMER: i do not own this song, it is the property of Heather Dale.. + Informações

Clips from free stock footage, Excalibur (1981 version) and First Knight. I wanted to get clips of a viking ship sailing off on fire, but couldn't find any. Lyrics: Steel on steel Break the blade that called him to his rest And cast it to the deep Light the pyre Name the one whose shield is on his chest And leave him to his sleep The measure of a man Stands or falls with what he leaves behind Gather on the sand Let your voices carry to the sky Rise in light Let the gods look down on this and wonder Raise the ring Cast the broken circle to the waves And give the sea her due Push the prow Let him lead the final charge again Where all will follow soon The measure of a man Stands or falls with what he leaves behind Gather on the sand Let your voices carry to the sky Rise in light Let the gods look down on this and wonder.. + Informações

LYRICS IN THE DESCRIPTION! I'll tell you a tale of when time had no meaning, When legend and history walked hand in hand, When the swords of the mighty had bested the Dragon, But the Elven still walked in the land. White rose: queen of the summer, White rose: queen of the fall, White rose: the new guard will follow, White rose: the old guard will fall. The sun and the moon were fixed in the heavens. The whole world grew weary as summer stood still. A queen of great courage and the heart of the Dragon Set her throne above the Elf Hill. White rose: queen of the summer, White rose: queen of the fall, White rose: the new guard will follow, White rose: the old guard will fall. The queen on her throne called the Elven before her, And said: look around you; time should march on. I ask you to bow and make history the victor-- The day of the legends is gone. White rose: queen of the summer, White rose: queen of the fall, White rose: the new guard will follow, White rose: the old guard will fall. The people approached her to offer their blessings, And each brought red roses to lay at her feet. But the Elven came forward to lay their last flowers: White as the summer's defeat. White rose: queen of the summer, White rose: queen of the fall, White rose: the new guard will follow, White rose: the old guard will fall. The cycles of time weave the world in their circles, And the flower-crowned queen is among us again. While the Elves have their place in the verses of legend But not in .... + Informações

Disclaimer: i don't own the song. + Informações

A few people asked where they could get the version of "One of Us" that I used in my Gwen/Morgana vid, so I put together a slideshow for it and uploaded it. Lyrics: Before I got to fighting, or when fighting got to me I looked to find examples on the field of chivalry And I saw mighty arms much stronger than my arms could ever be So I thought perhaps that field was not for me But still I stayed to watch the fighting 'til one figure stood apart In armour newly fashioned and a helm more pot than art But each blow was thrown with honour and a lightness of the heart So I took that step which soon became a start [Chorus] Cause she was not the biggest fighter, nor one to raise a fuss But I remember being proud that she was one of us And we might never stand together in a shield-wall side by side Because of her, I lift my sword with pride She was ladylike and lively, not the type you would expect With a braver heart than many and a slot-shot to respect And I guess she'd once decided this was where she'd like to be And I thought, if she could do it, why not me? Cause she was not the biggest fighter, nor one to raise a fuss But I remember being proud that she was one of us And we might never stand together in a shield-wall side by side Because of her, I lift my sword with pride So now as I gather armour, bits and pieces here and there I think about examples, how you act and what you dare 'Cause you never know who's watching, or how far that story goes Where'er that lady is, I hope .... + Informações