| Song | White Aura Buried in Ashes |
| Artist | Horna |
| Album | Kohti Yhdeksän Nousua |
| 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. |