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