Elysian - Far West Battlefront

We are sentenced to the stars

With smirking hope and a face full of scars

We run reckless divine course to the church of remorse

From faith we divorce

And we rage for days and days

Cause' we thought if we screw we’d get through and sway

Forget the things we say and the lines we rehearsed

Our empty hearse

Cause' the years they take dreams away

That we plot and we try to make true some day

Regret the things we say and the fields we traverse

Blue neck curse

Stare at me with the broken face of the moon

The light of the stars glow with such saturnine

The wind speaks in strange languages

Which only those who know will understand

The broken face of the moon graces me with its presence

This ritual has gone on far too long and I’m ready to see

I have wandered this holy sanctum

And there is nothing to be found

What a foolish notion to put yourself

In such careless hands

By what right do you have to take this from me

Time will come and this will pass

Until frost is all that remains

Show me what lies beneath

And I’ll give your title to every star I gaze upon

Eternally with me in a tomb of space