Oh Eulalia, you are merciless to me
Lady of solemn bury
Youth and fortune brought to flames
Saint Eulalia, bet she bright and pure
I have this longing in my heart to join your Spanish army
Sugar tastes like counterfeit
Only Roman salt and fragrances
Could soak your sentiments of [?]
Whatso under lit up torches
I lay where your body laid
And count the steps to your eternal martyr party
Oh Eulalia, pitilessly [?]
My hearts longs to join you in the [?] Roman cake
Saint Eulalia, death's silence makes me weep
[?]
I am heathen, but so in love with you
Sugar tastes like counterfeit
Only Roman salt and fragrances
Could soak your sentiments of [?]
Whatso under lit up torches
I lay where your body laid
And count the steps to your eternal martyr party
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