The Knight:

The world I love is the world I lost
Broken, plundered and wasted
The memory burnt
From the Soil and the Sun
black epitaph of the ages

The Rose:

The world you curse
Is the one I love
The Virgin a [bad word] 
In the Garden
Crowned upon the Earth's ordure
I bear no wounds
And I bring no cure

The Cross:

Pain is where this world begins
And pain is the heart of all endings
Every pilgrim that bears
This burden of [bad word] 
Only the few have learnt to lose

The Knight of the Rosy Cross:

I curse the Father
And I scourge the Son
I burn down the Holy of Holies
The One in Three
And the Three in None
The march of the proud Black Templar