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Prim rose weaved in sacred leash

thy forbidden mien nears sorcery

profane zeal won't appease

but cloisters gates guard chastity

Abjured years of mortified lust

sworn to serve your lord

devoted I kneel before piety

harbinger of righteous wrath

I pray for on pagan blood

All for you

Children who lived in delusion

ablaze they sob your name

heathen brides pray deliverance

All for you

Still you refuse me

still you disdain me

I will be your martyr

All for you

Prim rose...

Rival of the son am I

lachrymal atonement streams

crusader bleeds in belfry

but your heart I still won't reach

I will be your martyr

All for you