Uneasy feeling, Burning out my eyes

I hope the end is less painful than my life

I stand on trial before the gods

On Judgment day

A blink of an eye between

The cradle and the grave



One last look at visions of flesh

The last 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

To 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

I like cancer to their bones