Blessed are the poor in spirit Blessed are they that mourn
Blessed are they who hunger Blessed are the merciful
They that sow the wind, they shall reap the stormwind
He who lives by the sword, he will perish by it
Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall
Hatred stirs up strifes, but love covers all sins
Blessed are they that weep now Blessed are the persecuted
Blessed are the pure at heart Blessed are the peacemakers
Will we be comforted?
Will we obtain mercy?
Will we be children of god?
Will the kingdom of heaven be ours?
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
