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 . . .