Oh my father, lord of silence, supreme god of desolation Whom mankind reviles yet aches to embrace Strengthen my purpose to save the world From a second ordeal of Jesus Christ And his grubby mundane creed 2000 years have been enough Show man instead the raptures of thy kingdom Infuse in him the grandeur of melancholy The divinity of loneliness The purity of evil, the paradise of pain What perverted imagination has fed mankind The lie that hell festers in the bowels of the earth? There is only one hell The leaden monotony of human existence There is only one heaven The ecstasy of my father's kingdom Nazarene Charlatan, what can you offer humanity? Since the hour you vomited forth from the gaping wound of a woman You have done nothing but crush man's soaring desires In a deluge of sanctimonious morality You have inflamed the pubertal mind of youth With your repellent dogma of original sin And now you resolved in denying him ultimate joy Beyond death by destroying me? But you will fail Nazarene As you have always failed We were both created in man's image But while you were born of an impotent god I was conceived of a jackal Born of Satan, the Desolate One The Nail! Your pain on the cross was but a splinter Compared to the agony of my father Cast out from heaven, the fallen angel, banished, reviled I would drive deeper the thorns into your rancid carcass You profaner of vices Cursed Nazarene Oh Satan, beloved father I will avenge thy torment, by destroying the Christ forever