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 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