In Nomine Satanas
                            by H D Baynes  1991

Pandemonium's master
Whose darkest flame of thought
in chaos reigns supreme
Satan, sweet Satan
What joy is there
that knows no bounds.

Christ eats the weak
and wears them well.
The king of the Jews
Lord of the Dead,
what claim has he
to win the world?

From man's loh triumph
accursed church of men
thrust upon dilemma's horns
must surely be despised.

Ah but
flay the church in all its splendour
slowly in infernal flame
so like the Nazarene
no holy ghost to rise.

In Satan's name
the church is cursed
and worship be akin.