Off of the map, my Lord,
I spoke to a Baphomet,
he said he would save me if
I gave him one thing he needed.
"What is this thing?", I pleaded;
boy, it's the key to heaven, yeah.

And as I spoke, my fangs were shown.
Taken aback, he smiles and tells me:
"What you crave will soon be yours.
But what I crave is already mine."