I gaze upon my audience The stares of the blind Unaware of their impending fates My last rites laid out before me The farce of human imagination makes me chuckle The sky blackens above this unholy night The smoke rises from the abysmal depths of mortal fear The smell of death fills my nose The stars begin align in the ink colored sky The colors of distant heavens blotted out And foreign worlds reveal themselves to the ignorant masses The glow of fire reflects in the whites of my eyes The air rich with uneasiness and the smell of burnt oak My laughs are drowned out as the infernal choir intone their vile hymn The scene horrifying but too mesmerizing to seek sanctuary As the aeons ascend I utter my final conviction In Nomine dei Nostri Satanas Luciferi Came up with after listening to a lot black metal. The last line is taken from Dimmu Borgir's "Ritualist."