Elysian Fields

Uneasy feeling, burning out my eyes I hope the end is less painful than my life I stand on trial before the gods On judgement day A blink of an eye between The cradle and the grave One last look at visions of flesh The last best hope of man on Earth Pontius Pilate still washing his hands The world don't want to be saved Only left alone Elysian Fields... We are storming the heavens We raise the swords and shields We ascend to our destiny To the Elysian Fields Soaring to the sun With blood upon their wings Superstitious dust left twisting in the wind Man still has one belief, One decree that stands alone The laying down of arms Is like cancer to their bones