They That Sow The Wind

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?