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 us The last blessed hope man on earth Punch his palace and wash his hands I wonder what I could say Fallen men of glory We are stoned in the heavens To raise the souls and sins We ascend to our destiny To the Elysian fields Soaring through the sun, blood upon their wings Superstitious dust, requesting in the wind Man still has one belief, one decree that stands alone Laying down our arms, is like a test to their bones One last look at visions of us The last blessed hope man on earth Punch his palace and wash his hands I wonder what I could say Fallen men of glory We are stoned in the heavens To raise the souls and sins We ascend to our destiny To the Elysian fields We are stoned in the heavens To raise the souls and sins We ascend to our destiny To the Elysian fields We are stoned in the heavens To raise the souls and sins We ascend to our destiny To the Elysian fields