The Elysian Fields - A Serenade Like Blood Caress Lyrics

Ashes of a godly empire
Pantheon of ages... beloved ruins

My dreams are trapped in grief
Behold the fadeless nation

And I'll lead the powers
The powers of rage and storms

The choirs...
The inspiring fire
Majestic... imperious...
As one with the sun

Art of evocative cult

The echoes...
The inspiring paeans
Stifle the sobs
And all impulse

All supreme hearts can feel
Those no heathenish eyes can see

Art of evocative cult
A serenade like blood caress