Burn, aura blessed in white kingdom whereby angels flied
From thy fall we drink, a light buried now in ashes, benighted
Be them farewelled with an strike of axe
for in them lurks the christian hoax
from times bygone, (still we had) forgotten how lacks
their morals which now brokes
Burn, home made for him
whom no longer dwell therein
where angels flied, where angels rejoiced
There where the light was raped
By darkness