The mountain of flames enveloped in all fury,

The treasured holy church in an inferno so woozy

It blazed,

Our eyes glazed

And when the steeple, engulfed in flames fell apart,

The crash gripped our hearts.

What a fall it was!

What a shocking sight it was!

Holding our breaths, on our knees we implored

For mercy from the Heavens to be bestowed,   

Thinking, for nine centuries it stood supreme,

Majestic, mood elevating, it reigned supreme,

Hallowed, revered abode of serenity

Joy, solace and beauty,

Doubtless like the phoenix it will rise.

Rise it will. To bless us, the Lord will certainly devise.