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