Blasphemer

"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