Lyrics: Michael Sadler/Steve Ray Potts/Tom Wallace
Music: Steve Ray Potts
A red moon in September
And ghost of memories past
In this place I fall and kneel
On this Elysian field
My mind is overflowing
Am I living in a dream
Touch the ground it feels so real
On this Elysian field
And now as time moves on
Begin to realize β Elysium
Iβve walked an endless mile
The weight off my back β Elysium
A bright sun in December
Ground is soft with rain
A sword of conscience I will wield
On this Elysian field
A place of soulβs seclusion
Untouched by the damned
To never have Achilleβs heel
On this Elysian field