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Uneasy feeling burning up 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 flesh, the last best hope of man on Earth. Pontius Pilate's still washing his hands. The world don't wanna be saved - only left alone. We are storming the heavens, we raise our swords and shield. We'll ascend to our destiny, to the the Elysian Fields.
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Uneasy feeling burning up 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 flesh, the last best hope of man on Earth. Pontius Pilate's still washing his hands. The world don't wanna be saved - only left alone. We are storming the heavens, we raise our swords and shield. We'll ascend to our destiny, to the the Sabellian Fields.
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a blink between the cradle and the grave

- Uneasy feeling burning up 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 flesh, the last best hope of man on Earth. Pontius Pilate's still washing his hands. The world don't wanna be saved - only left alone. We are storming the heavens, we raise our swords and shield. We'll ascend to our destiny, to the the Elysian Fields.

+ Uneasy feeling burning up 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 flesh, the last best hope of man on Earth. Pontius Pilate's still washing his hands. The world don't wanna be saved - only left alone. We are storming the heavens, we raise our swords and shield. We'll ascend to our destiny, to the the Sabellian 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 is like cancer to their bones. One last look at visions of flesh, the last best hope of man on Earth. Pontius Pilate's still washing his hands. The world don't wanna be saved - only left alone. We are storming the heavens, we raise our swords and shield. We'll ascend to our destiny, to the 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 is like cancer to their bones. One last look at visions of flesh, the last best hope of man on Earth. Pontius Pilate's still washing his hands. The world don't wanna be saved - only left alone. We are storming the heavens, we raise our swords and shield. We'll ascend to our destiny, to the the Sabellian Fields.

- We are storming the heavens, we raise our swords and shield. We'll ascend to our destiny, to the Elysian Fields. We are storming the heavens to raise our swords and shields. We'll ascend to our destiny, to the Elysian Fields. + We are storming the heavens, we raise our swords and shield. We'll ascend to our destiny, to the Sabellian Fields. We are storming the heavens to raise our swords and shields. We'll ascend to our destiny, to the Sabellian Fields.