Each blasphemy is another stone to the edifice of your glory
I want to be the rock on which youll build your church
Am I the son youve been waiting for?
Am I the chosen one?
To be your messiah on earth
And to sit at your left in hell
Ive always ignored the doubt
Answers are in the questions
Show me the way to the baphomets throne . . .
Guide my hand, light my path
My mouth will speak with your words,
Ill make statements with your orders
Ill be the supreme insult
Which will forevermore soil the image of god
Ill be your revenge, Ill be your victory
Guide my hand, light my path
Show me the way, to reach one day the baphomets throne . . .