Rapture

Hear the angels sing

Craving for something more beyond the open door

Resembling something like a dream

Is this what it means to be free

The end is near

Knees buckling

As I climb a staircase adorned with beauty

It's glistening

Don't fret there is no time for sorrow

Elysium

Then suddenly a gleam of light shines before me

With divine hands leading the way

With pain you've overcome the suffering

As wings unfurl it seems

That I've merely scratched the surface

Rapture, hear the angels sing

Craving for something more

Elysium

Then he speaks

His arms wide and welcoming

Warm and inviting

Enter now my child! Remorse has set you free

Elysium

Elysium

Don't fret, there is no time for sorrow