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