Elysium
For Ruin Lyrics


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Sightless, restless time's remainder
Frustrated, clouded days that pass
Escape - a legion's growing hunger (for the)
bleak signs of a pale reprieve

No Elysian scenery or the
Vine fruits of victories
The frail souls behind the veil
Their grey eyes - grip our fears
Dead souls beyond all needs
Hands grasp for their sins to shrive





Don't let lie
Don't let it lie

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to For Ruin's song Elysium talks about the feeling of restlessness and frustration that one may feel due to the remaining time in their life. The need to escape from these feelings is growing inside like a hungry legion. However, there is no hope for a better future, no Elysian scenery or the sweet fruits of victory. The frail souls behind the veil of life, their grey eyes are gripping our worst fears. The dead souls, beyond all needs, still cling to their sins and try to repent. The last line, "Don't let lie, don't let it lie", seems to be an appeal to not let the lies of worldly possessions and materialistic gains blind us from the truth of life.


The song seems to deal with the darker themes of life, like the inevitability of death, the futility of our struggles, and the hollowness of our victories. The imagery of souls beyond the veil and the need to shrive their sins before death paints a grim picture. The line "Escape - a legion's growing hunger (for the) bleak signs of a pale reprieve" is particularly poignant as it shows the desperation for some hope, no matter how bleak it may seem.


Line by Line Meaning

Sightless, restless time's remainder
The leftover duration of aimless and agitated time.


Frustrated, clouded days that pass
Days filled with confusion and disappointment that go by.


Escape - a legion's growing hunger (for the) bleak signs of a pale reprieve
A large group of individuals seeks a fading sense of relief in something that offers no hope.


No Elysian scenery or the Vine fruits of victories
There is no idyllic landscape or sweet rewards of triumph to savor.


The frail souls behind the veil
Those vulnerable spirits that hide away.


Their grey eyes - grip our fears
Our anxieties are held by their eyes that lack vibrant colors.


Dead souls beyond all needs
The spiritually departed have no desires.


Hands grasp for their sins to shrive
Hands reach out to confess and atone for wrongdoing.


Don't let lie
Do not permit deception to prevail.


Don't let it lie
Do not allow dishonesty to persist.




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