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