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.