Blessed Are We - Forest Of Impaled

I am driven by a hateful storm

To drive you out of existence

And forge a world of honour

Therefore I am inclined

To do my will and take my fill

I have evolved to hate you

I have risen to destroy you

Blessed are we!

An evil spirit hath inoculated

Our race with its hideous gospel

Of submissiveness and degeneracy

Long live those bold of heart

Long live the strong

Long live the defiant ones

Long live Battle s sons

Blessed are the strong for they shall possess the earth

Blessed are the powerful for they shall be reverenced among men

Blessed are the bold for they shall be masters of the world

Blessed are the victorious for victory is the basis of right

Long live he who is wise

For he shall question all things

And run with a virtuous horde

Long live brothers of war

Cursed are the weak for they shall inherit the yoke

Cursed are the feeble for they shall be blotted out

Cursed are the poor in spirit, they shall be spat upon

Cursed are the obedient for they shall heed creeplings

Through war we ll break them, and scratch away their names

Blessed are the destroyers of false hope, they are the true messiahs

Cursed are those who speak His word, their breath is a poison

Blessed are the mighty minded, for they shall ride the whirlwinds

Cursed are the lambs of God, they shall be bled whiter than snow

Thrice cursed are the vile, for they shall serve and suffer

Blessed are the ironhanded, the unfit shall flee before them

Cursed are the pitiful, for they shall receive no pity

Blessed are the destroyers for they shall be feared by tyrants