My Lady, Flower that blooms in the wilderness of my soul
My bare feet defy the flames that encircle your hidden home
From your throne come down, my Queen, to fight face-to-face
I now have the desire to defeat these eyes as freezing as ice.
You will heal me, won't you, yes, you have good heart
I am seduced, mystical Lady, bewitched by your warmth
You who come, Mysterious and Sovereign, dressed in Beauty,
To sadly leave my dreams incomplete, in absolute secrecy.
I'm not afraid of any of your sweet sorceress' fingers!
You know it all. I have the humbleness of the beginners.
Bless me, my Queen, I'll erase the prints of their prints
Hereupon I'll quench my thirst, only from Your Chalice.