Blindfolded be the slumberer  For pain the blind eye turning  For in a nightmare wanderer  Seeks not to blame or hurt    Blessed be the blasphemeres  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  Which 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    "How could I even speak of love, my dear,  before I held ye in the arms of mine?.."