Saint Eulalia

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