Baphomet’s Throne

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...

I've chosen the dark, I've chosen the night I've lost hope of loving a day of life The shades of night belong to me I am at one with hell Dead inside, I watch the time pass I await the coming of my day My journeys are always within me There where is found the bottomless pit Where, there in I plunge, always a little deeper There, in that other world where only unity is harmony Sheltered from the regard and the rules of men There colour is absent, light is black Enemies of the sun, the phantoms of the shadows Have taught me to delight in horror Faces without eyes, and silent lips Float in the immensity of empty space A sweet melancholy fills my heart Life as a whole seems absurd Silence is so pure, so profound that it intoxicates The emptiness, annihilates all And nothingness takes it place

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025