Elysium Lyrics

Sightless, restless time's remainder
Frustrated, clouded days that pass
Escape - a legion's growing hunger (for the)
bleak signs of a pale reprieve
No Elysian scenery or the
Vine fruits of victories
The frail souls behind the veil
Their grey eyes - grip our fears
Dead souls beyond all needs
Hands grasp for their sins to shrive

Don't let lie
Don't let it lie