This is a land without borders, look in awe at the beauty
There is no sound that doesn't comfort or truly inspire
There's no scent that isn't reminiscent of ambrosia
Angels, cherubs, faeries and the sacred shadows
Live in perfect peace, as joy is able to grow
Being there leaves an imprint on one's soul
And every aspect of that place sparks a fire
To visit and leave, one realizes the truth
This blessed place, where you never age
Rages of the human heart are transient
The calm of this land leaves one pure
This experience highly transcendent
Elysium echoes fully in our being
Until we enter the land of dream
