Lyrics Blessed Curse - Funeral Mist

Blessed Curse

Cursed shall be the fruit of thy body
And cursed shall be the fruit of thy land
Cursed shalt thou be when thou comest in
And cursed shalt thou be when thou goest out
And thou shall grope at noonday
As the blind gropeth in darkness
And thou shalt not prosper in thy ways:
And thou shalt be only oppressed and spoiled evermore
And no man shall save thee
The stranger that is within thee shall get up above thee very high;
And thou shalt come down very low
He shalt be the head
And thou shalt be the tail
And thy heaven that is over
Thy head shall be brass
And the earth that is under thee shall be iron
The LORD shall make the rain of thy land powder and dust:
From heaven shall it come down upon thee
Until thou be destroyed
The LORD shall make the pestilence cleave unto thee
Until he have consumed thee from off the land
Whither thou goest to possess it
The LORD shall smite thee with a consumption
And with a fever, and with an inflammation
And with an extreme burning
And with the sword
And with blasting
And with mildew;
And they shall pursue thee until thou perish
Because thou wouldest not obey the voice of the LORD thy God