Cursed be all those, who preach with a high voice for the benefit of their hordes. For they are the weakest in faith, and the darkest within their heart themselves..." 



Blindfolded be the slumberer 

For pain the blind eye turning 

For in a nightmare wanderer 

Seeks not to blame or hurt 



Blessed be the blasphemers 

For they are the sign of yearning 

They are the true believers 

They are for faithless burning 



Let the fallen heart be strong 

In death and woe among 

Let the fallen ones dream on 

With blasphemer's passion 



But cursed shall be the seekers 

Who feel the hunger for the truth 

For he who holds the answers 

He speaks with poisoned mouth 



So what's to gain 

In this mortal lie 

Nothing but the pain 

Witch we call life 



And cursed be the ones who preach 

They truly are the hallow ones 

Empty are all their believes 

Deeper words for shallow hearts