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