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.