歌词
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.
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