Oh great one, oh gracious one, one cruel one.

Oh hail the Crimson

Praise be he the one in red

Praise be he the one whose hands are dead

Praise be he the one who will see the end

Praise the one who appears in our time of need

Praise the one who will pull out the weeds

Praise the one who will make us bleed

Though shall praise the Crimson 

Through shall want the Crimson

Though shall need the Crimson

For his unmerciful benevolence shall bring us glory. The death he has brought upon us is a gift. The Crimson one asks nothing in return. Our loyalty is one of choice as we has chosen to love him. Those who are loyal are promised nothing in this life but shall gain glory in the new world.

Oh great one, oh gracious one, one cruel one.

Oh hail the Crimson