The Elysian Fields - Ten

Every blade laid to rest through Death’s shrineless remedy

Every stain marks the test of each timeless memory

When the last breath is aired from this soulless sorcery

As we’re born we return here alone

Do the souls manifest themselves anger and mistrust

When the lives that they cherished so easily were crushed

As they’re born so they perish and crumble into dust

So the gods call their warriors home

Pure melody, raw threnody

Death and rebirth to the magical madrigal

Born to the shield, sword and the steel

Dust of the earth blown across the Elysian Fields

Every season is signless for legions of the grave

As the years fall behind us the centuries remain

But our hearts still remind us so proud and unashamed

What a legend we carved in the stone

Pure melody, raw threnody

Death and rebirth to the magical madrigal

Born to the shield, sword and the steel

Dust of the earth blown across the Elysian Fields

Do the eyes on the endless horizon wait for me

Will she die never knowing how much she meant to me

Will the love that I gave her be all she’ll ever need

What remains when the spirits have flown

Pure melody, raw threnody

Death and rebirth to the magical madrigal

Born to the shield, sword and the steel

Dust of the earth blown across the Elysian Fields