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 . . .
