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.